Young Bride, Hotwife

by Laran Mithras

  CT was thumbing his phone, a light in his eyes.

  She wondered what he was looking at.

  Dave settled slowly onto the love seat with an ease that carried no anxiety.

  Her husband set the phone aside. "Come here."

  She obediently did so, trusting him so completely that her confidence and courage bonded and blended beautifully. She glided to him, happy to find that things hadn't gone bad or that she hadn't disappointed him.

  His words melted some of that confidence. He said, "You're wearing panties and that's a no-no."

  Her throat constricted. "I'm sorry."

  "Take off your blouse."

  She felt panicked. "I'm not wearing a bra."

  Her husband looked at her with a suffering expression. "Of course you're not. Take it off. You're going to be punished for wearing panties."

  She was facing him, her back to Dave. "Punished?"

  "I'm going to have Dave spank you."

  She coughed. "I'm not a little kid—"

  "Spanking can be very adult. Now take it off."

  In a small voice again, and colored by her mild confusion and melting confidence, she said, "Okay." She removed her blouse.

  CT sat forward on the couch and drew her towards him. He kissed the side of her abdomen and it sent shivers up her spine. He unbuttoned and slid down her skirt. "Stand still."

  His gentle words calmed her and she did as she stood in her panties. Fortunately, she was facing away from Dave and he couldn't see her boobs. Would he think they're stupid? Or would he perv all over them?

  CT said, "I'm undressing and exposing you. Feel his eyes on you from behind; they'll be caressing your body."

  Sammie's breathing slowed and a heat flared in her pussy.

  Her husband slid down her panties.

  Does Dave like my butt? Does he think it's too big? Or does he like what he sees? She glanced over her shoulder and was very pleased to see his smile.

  Her husband turned her. "Now go lay across his lap for a spanking. No arguments."

  With only a slight tremble in her voice, she said, "Okay." Is this going to hurt? Is he going to be mean?

  But the man was smiling and apparently eager.

  She crawled over his lap and settled down. She heard him sigh as if relieved. She also felt him move her up and she moved with his direction. A lump from his lap pressed pleasurably against her clit and she gasped silently.

  His hand came down and slapped in a stinging rebuke for her decision to wear panties.

  She cried out in surprise, not hurting but feeling the tingle of sting. She pressed her hips down, trying to get her butt away from his hand. That succeeded in pressing her clit more firmly against his lump and it felt tantalizingly tortuous.

  Dave chuckled. "Bad girl." He spanked her again, slapping down four more times.

  Sammie squirmed, her hips moving and rotating, pressing and quivering – and Dave's lump became very pronounced. Her clit smashed against it salaciously and she glanced over in pain and pleasure to her husband.

  CT was taking pictures with his phone and he wore that smoky-sex look on his face. He said, "Very good. Now sit on his right side. Dave, get out of those jeans."

  His friend sounded as happy as she had ever heard him. "Sure thing."

  She climbed off, feeling a burn on her butt and a searing fire in her sex. She watched him shrug out of his jeans with an eager desire to see his erection.

  Dave sat back, his cock fully erect and throbbing in the air.

  Her husband's words were scolding. "You hurt him, squirming on his lap like that."

  Her eyes went wide. "I did?" She felt instantly sorry.

  "Take a hold of it and kiss it. Kiss it and make it better."

  Dave's eyebrows wriggled and his smile said he looked forward to it.

  Sammie wasn't sure if her leg was being pulled or what, but if this was part of the training, she'd gladly do it. She gripped the thick shaft and leaned over. Her lips touched the hot and velvety skin of his engorged helmet. His clean skin-smell drifted up her nose and made her feel dizzy.

  Her husband said, "Keep kissing it."

  She looked at him, focusing for a second: he was taking pictures. She leaned back down and kissed Dave's cock again, spreading little kisses along the smooth head of his cock.

  The man's hand settled on her back and gently scraped his fingernails up her spine.

  Oh wow, that feels heavenly. She shuddered in a satisfied sigh and kissed slower. She moved her hand a little out of habit with CT. That brought a small and happy moan from Dave. It also brought a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

  She drew back a little, wondering what to do.

  CT said, "Keep kissing."

  "But he's oozing."

  "Oh. Spread it around with your hand. Use it as lube."

  That made sense to her. She moved her fingers over it and began spreading.

  Dave moaned louder and happier. More ooze appeared.

  She giggled. "Oh my gosh." She moved her palm over it and began spreading more. It had leaked a lot and she was spreading slickness all over his shaft.

  Her husband said, "Beautiful."

  That made her feel good, and not as if she had done something wrong to cause his friend to leak. Dave's cock flexed in her hand, sending another ooze up. She spread that around and slid her hand up and down his hot, wet shaft. The heat there added to the flaring heat in her pussy. She felt her own juices accumulating and wetting her. This is actually fun.

  "You're doing excellent, Sammie." Her husband's words were breathy and happy.

  She smiled, jacking Dave's cock faster and with more confidence.

  "Kiss it again."

  She wanted to say it was still all wet, but she was sure he could see that. She bent lower and kissed the helmet. She felt the wet on her lips and reflexively licked at them after the first kiss. Dave's ooze had almost no taste at all, but very much like the smell of his skin. Clean and mellow.

  CT's voice was raspy. "Lick it."

  Her hand stopped moving. "His thing?"

  He nodded once, intent on taking pictures.

  How am I supposed to lick it? Like I do my husband? Or? How? She bent down and licked like an ice cream cone.

  Her husband gasped. So did Dave. CT said, "More."

  She licked again and ran her lips and tongue over the head. He tasted so good that she kept licking. Habit took over and she sucked her lips over the tip of the helmet. She opened her mouth and lowered it over the head.

  CT said, "Very, very good."

  Dave groaned and said, "Fuck, yeah."

  Her husband's voice was ragged. "Suck him, Sammie."

  Eager at finding the act so easy, she sucked Dave's cock with more confidence. My husband likes this? She wanted to giggle. Well, so do I.

  CHAPTER 12

  CT took pictures as his young wife sucked his friend. This is far fucking hotter than I imagined. Why had I doubted?

  Sammie's perfect lips slid all around Dave's helmet in a salacious display of sex.

  CT shifted, then gave up. He stood and removed his slacks; there was no way he could handle sitting in them with his cock so hard.

  His wife smiled at him and went back to sucking Dave. His friend was leaned back, his face almost delirious.

  This needs more. B.B. is going to get an eyeful. "Sammie, that's enough."

  She pouted, but took her mouth away.

  He said, "We need to be fair. Dave? Why don't you lick her?"

  The exploding expression on his friend's face was as if he had won the lottery. "Oh, yeah!"

  Sammie looked panicked. "Lick?"

  CT calmed her. "Just like I do you. Don't worry."

  She looked nervous, but let Dave pull on her legs and open them. She kept looking at CT with worry or fear.

  He smiled at her. "Don't worry; I'm sure he's as good as me at it."

  She giggled with uncertainty and gasped as Dave's tongue touched her. Whatever worry she had f
led as his friend's tongue licked up her clit.

  CT took pictures. Why am I finding this so hot? Because B.B. will be so pissed?

  Sammie sighed with a shiver. Her hands started moving, sliding up and over her breasts, up to her neck and then back down, slipping down to her hips as she raised them.

  CT nodded knowingly. He knew she was feeling very sexy and he relished the feel of her sensuality he knew so well. Young still, but growing into a woman, his young wife held all the promise of a sultry sex-pot. Her lithe form and fluid moves made his cock flex and twitch. He also knew Dave was getting a taste of it, both literally and figuratively.

  He took another picture, then put the phone down. He found he couldn't concentrate well enough to take more revenge pictures: what was happening in front of him had his pulse racing and his breathing coming in gasps. He grabbed his shaft and started stroking – watching her sinuous moves of satisfaction and tension.

  Her body moved gracefully, her back arching up with tension as Dave licked, then coming slowly back down with relaxation only to build again. Her mouth was open and her eyebrows drawn down in whatever inner reflections she was going through.

  CT felt a rush of love for her, seeing all her passion from a different perspective. At once so simple and at the same time so complex, Sammie presented him with a view into her potential.

  Dave inserted a finger into her and Sammie let out a worried moan that was filled with frantic need.

  CT held his breath, considering ending it and taking her to the bedroom. But what he was seeing had his cock straining with engorgement. What's it going to hurt if he feels how good her pussy feels? She's sexy and sweet. What a thing for my friend to feel it. Now he knows what I know.

  Sammie began shaking and her thighs trembling with tension. Her mouth opened wider, as if in shock, and her eyes screwed shut. She was holding her breath and her neck arched back – her chin coming up. She convulsed suddenly, her head snapping up in surprise and her eyes wide open with shock. She cried out with uncertainty, then started to flop back. But she quickly tensed again and her body began jerking, half-lifting, half falling with obvious orgasm.

  CT panted, paralyzed. His erection oozed with lust. He felt the twisting, turning and burning need in him over her. Yes, she's good, isn't she? You like her, Dave?

  As if hearing his thoughts, his friend pulled up and smiled at her. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her clean little pussy – teasing the last of her orgasm.

  CT took a shuddering breath that almost choked him. Drawn closer, he moved down to the floor to the side of the loveseat. His hand moved over her heaving chest and young abdomen.

  She immediately looked to him and tried to laugh, but her gasps and convulsions still choked her sounds and moves. Her left hand clenched onto his forearm tightly – holding on as if to a life preserver.

  He smoothed back her hair and looked down.

  Dave had withdrawn his fingers. He was sitting back on his ankles, idly stroking his erection. "She's sure something."

  The awe in his friend's voice sent soothing comfort into CT's soul. His answer was a harsh whisper. "Yes." He looked down at his friend's cock. I want him to appreciate her. I want him to feel her. I need him to feel her.

  Dave's eyes locked onto Sammie's pussy still spread open in front of him.

  CT's heart hammered in his chest. He slid his hand down, like Sammie had moments before, and further still. He didn't understand the lust that had overwhelmed him. He didn't try to analyze the curious shift that had opened in his soul. Instead, he moved on instinct – something definitely deeper. He gently ran his fingers down and spread them to both sides of her pussy. He widened the spread, opening her hole slightly. His words were a pant. "Put it in."

  Dave's eyes popped wide, his mouth opening slackly, but his face lighting up with hope at the prospect of her pussy.

  CT said, "Do it, Dave."

  Sammie moaned slightly and said, "What?"

  He looked to her, still holding her pussy open with one hand and put his other hand to his lips. "Shh."

  "But—"

  "Shh, it's all right." He looked back to his friend. "Put it in."

  Dave was up on his knees during that brief exchange. He was stroking his fat cock with hardly concealed eagerness. Gone was the shock, only the hope remained. "Are you su—"

  "Shut up and put it in." Fuck, am I the only one who can see how hot this is? Shut the fuck up and fill her with your cock. I need to see it. I want to see it.

  Dave didn't decide to argue any further. He scooted closer dutifully and moved his erection close to Sammie's pussy.

  CT's head swam. Yes, it looks good even just like that – all hard for her young little body. Her pussy feels so good – you're going to love it. "Put it in."

  "Okay, okay. Let me get into position…" His hand guided the head of his cock to her pussy lips.

  Sammie moaned uncertainly.

  CT smiled with something ready to burst – a giddiness that trembled in him and caused his hands to shake. "Shh." He left them in a rushing scuttle to grab his phone.

  Dave was rubbing his helmet up and down her lips. It looked too big.

  CT took a picture, then put the phone down. He reached his hand down in between them, spreading her lips. "Put it in."

  Dave shook his head. "I don't think it'll fit."

  Sammie gasped.

  CT spread her lips open wider, feeling the skin of his friend's cock rubbing against his fingers. "Come on, Dave…"

  His friend pushed forward and the head of his cock ballooned against her pussy. He let out a slight breath of effort. Sammie's head was up, looking down her body with worry.

  CT wanted to growl in frustration. His head swam with intimacy and connection between the three of them. He reached his other hand down and began pulling her pussy open with both hands. "Push it in."

  "I'm trying."

  "Try harder."

  Dave settled back. "I think some oil would help. Be right back."

  CT almost collapsed with impatience. He used the time to rub her folds and lubricate them with her juices.

  She said, "You want him to—"

  "Shh, this will be good for you." And I find I really want to see it – and not just for revenge on B.B. What changed? What happened?

  Dave returned with a bottle of olive oil. He unscrewed the cap and poured a little in his hand. Then he oiled up his dick.

  CT was nodding, trying to urge him on faster. "Put it in."

  "I'm getting there…" He knelt back down and pulled her hips more over to the edge – kneeling more next to CT. Sammie put her head up against the backrest and watched, the look of worry and fear of his cock still on her face. She was biting her lower lip.

  CT spread her lips open again with one hand.

  Dave pressed the helmet against her opening and pushed.

  He felt his friend's slick helmet pressing against his fingers as he held his wife's pussy open. "Get it in there."

  Dave was pushing and grunting. "I'm trying."

  Aggravated at the head just mushrooming at the opening, CT reached his other hand over and began pushing at the helmet, trying to push the edges of it into her hole.

  Dave's voice was irritated. "What the fuck are you doing?"

  CT said, "Shut up, I'm trying to help." He gripped his friend's cock. It felt oiled and hot in his hand. He began stroking it and trying to help push it in. His own cock twitched and oozed. That lasted for all of two seconds – if that.

  Dave's hand slapped his away as he pulled his cock back. "What are you? A fag?"

  "I'm not a fag."

  "Don't be stroking my stuff. Keep your hands to yourself."

  CT was getting more and more impatient. "I'm just trying to help."

  "You're getting a boner touching my dick."

  "I already had it."

  "Were you taking pictures of my dick?"

  He wanted to slap his friend; now was not the time to play. "Would you just put i
t in her?"

  Dave pointed a finger in warning. "Back off…"

  He pulled his hands away, feeling doom that it wasn't going to happen without his help. "Okay, okay. Fine. Excuuuse me."

  His friend twisted his mouth in annoyance. "You need to work on your Steve Martin."

  Sammie gasped. "What's Steve Martin?"

  Dave said, "Old actor. I guess you're too young—"

  CT growled. "Put it in."

  His friend shook his head and pressed his cock against her hole. He stared down at it and guided the head around with his hand.

  CT watched his wife's pussy lips moving with his friend's motions. They parted and folded with the passage of the fat helmet. Finally, he had them spread open around the tip. Slowly, he shifted his leg. Then he shifted the other – planting his feet out for traction. He leaned over her with his arms bracing himself on the loveseat. His fat cock was a thick connection between them, but just pressed against her.

  CT grabbed his phone and moved to the back of the loveseat. He gripped his cock, stroking fast with gasps and shakes. He dropped the phone. Picking it up and aiming it, he could see his friend pressing forward and down – using the weight of his body and the stiffness of his cock to drive it straight against her reluctant hole. His mouth was open in a restrained gasp and so was Sammie's.

  With trembling fingers, he thumbed his phone and took a picture. His other hand shook with tremors on his cock as if his wrist had been implanted with a strong vibrator: he couldn't seem to gain control of his body. His erection was engorged and straining as he jacked it fast and watched his friend's cock press against his wife's pussy. Get it in, get it in…

  Sammie let out a gasping moan and then went silent as she held her breath. She looked up at him a few times, her face red with holding her breath and her eyes glazed with searching concern. But she kept her legs open as Dave's assault threatened to penetrate her pussy.

  CHAPTER 13

  Sammie looked up at her delirious-looking husband. His forehead was covered with a fine sheen of moisture and his eyes were drawn into that smoky need for sex while at the same time tinged with panic. She was reminded of a bomb expert trying to defuse a bomb with seconds remaining on the clock.