Shaken in her Boots, The Complete Series (Volumes 1-3): A Hotwife Adventure

by Bart Tracer

  When she reached the head of my cock once more, she briefly sucked on the spongy head before taking me out of her mouth. She ran her nails along the tender skin behind my balls, causing a shiver to run up my spine, as she licked and kissed her way along first one side of my dick and then the other.

  Planting a kiss on the end of my dick, she looked up at me with a smile and then quickly rolled over onto her back, her head falling backwards off the edge of the bed as my eyes were drawn to her jiggling titties. I gasped in surprise when I felt her tongue slither along the underside of my scrotum. Then, suddenly, she raised her head and trapped one of my balls with her lips, sucking it into her mouth.

  “Oh God, Lizzie!” I groaned, placing my hands on the bed on either side of her body to steady myself as the room around me began to spin.

  Lizzie moaned beneath me nuzzling and sucking my sack. She brought one hand up to grasp my penis and began to stroke me, expertly jacking me off as she sucked first one of my swollen balls and then the other. This wasn’t something she had ever done for me before; it was so dirty, so nasty, so utterly fucking sexy! Lance again! I shivered with excitement.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening! I still hadn’t completely gotten used to my wife’s newfound sexuality. Hers was a hunger now, a voracious appetite. It wasn’t a simple matter of her enjoying sex more, of being more open and adventurous. While all of those things were true, they didn’t begin to describe the enthusiasm she demonstrated. It was like she needed it now; like she couldn’t live without it. I was starting to think that my wife was developing into a nymphomaniac! And I fucking loved it!

  Not surprisingly, my wife’s oral assault soon had me on the verge of cumming. I opened my mouth to warn her, when she instinctively released my shaft and let me pop gently out of her mouth. She knew. Of course, she knew! A woman with a skillset like this could tell when a man was getting close.

  I took a step back, panting, trying desperately to regain some semblance of control. With graceful, catlike agility, she rolled onto her belly once more, then rose to her knees on the bed before me, beaming proudly.

  “Did you like that, Baby?” she asked.

  I nodded, blinking, still fighting for breath. My cock pulsed and twitched in the cool air. “Yeah!” I croaked. “It was incredible!”

  “That’s good,” she cooed, lying back onto the bed and spreading her legs. “I’ve been practicing night and day! And Lance says I’m really improving” she giggled, obviously enjoying the chance to twist the knife a little. “Of course, it’s easier with you. You’re the perfect size for oral sex. Sometimes, I think I’m going to dislocate my jaw when I’m working on Lance!” She smiled wickedly at me.

  I blushed, embarrassed by the implications of her words, yet somehow also strangely aroused. The image of her “practicing” on Lance immediately popped into my head.

  Lance was larger than me, quite a bit larger, in point of fact. I had known that since that first night in the trailer after the rodeo dance. Still, having my wife rub my face in it was humiliating. Until now, she had been very careful not to make me feel inadequate, and, for some crazy reason, her change in tack was turning me on!

  “And, you like that, don’t you?” I asked quietly, hesitantly. I walked slowly to the edge of the bed and crawled onto the comforter between her thighs. “His size; you like the fact that he’s so much larger than me.”

  “Oh yes! I like that very much!” Her blue eyes flashed with a hungry fire, her words came like a hiss through her bared teeth, smoldering with wanton desire. “And so do you! We both know it’s true, Bill. You love the fact that the man who’s fucking your wife is so well hung. So much bigger than you! And you love how much I enjoy it, don’t you?”

  I swallowed hard, stung by the sheer truth of what she was saying. I did love it. In spite of myself, I found her lust for him intoxicating. Her flaming eyes were unwavering, staring a hole straight into my soul, too intense to bear. I glanced down and nodded, trying to slow my breathing.

  “I know you do, Sweetie,” she continued, nodding. “You love how much I adore Lance’s cock, how much pleasure he brings me.” She sat up and kissed my trembling lips. Leaning closer, she put her lips to my ear and whispered, “And you love the fact that he stretches me in ways you never could!” I moaned in response to her words.

  “Although,” she reached beneath me and ran her index finger along the underside of my balls, tracing her way slowly along the bottom of my bobbing shaft from my scrotum to the sensitive glans, “I do love this little guy!” When she reached the tip, she deftly gathered the large droplet of pre-cum that had formed there and, pulling her face back, brought her long finger to her lips and licked it clean, her eyes locked boldly on mine.

  “Oh my God, Lizzie!” I shuddered.

  She brought both her hands up, cradling my head, and kissed me once more. Then, with a smile, she lay back on the bed, guiding my face between her legs. “Go on, Baby,” she taunted as I began to slowly lick her, “taste Lance’s pussy!”

  Her words were driving me crazy. I attacked her pussy, sucking and licking her like a madman. It was as though I needed to prove my prowess to her, to demonstrate that I could bring her to climax just as well as Lance could. Using every bit of skill that I possessed, I tongued and teased her mercilessly, winding her tighter and tighter before finally ripping an orgasm from her.

  She came powerfully on my tongue, sobbing and thrusting her pelvis up against my relentless mouth, her head thrown back into the sheets, eyes closed tightly. I ate her through her climax, her frenzied hands clawing at my hair as she moaned and shuddered. Finally, feeling her go limp, I relented, nibbling my way upward to plant gentle kisses on her quivering tummy.

  “Wow, Baby!” she sighed, pushing her long red hair back from her face as she lay panting. “You may not be hung like Lance, but he has nothing on you when it comes to eating pussy!”

  I smiled wryly at her backhanded compliment. God, she had gotten good at pushing my buttons! Even now, still trembling from the orgasm I had given her, she had to sneak in a reference to her lover’s outsized penis. It stung, but I could feel myself grow even harder.

  I crawled up to lie on her and kissed her soft lips. My steel-hard cock nestled between her legs, prodding insistently at her wet opening. She reached down between us and grasped my shaft, pulling me away from her pussy. “Condom,” she reminded me, glancing toward the nightstand.

  I rolled off her and reached for the drawer of the nightstand, retrieving one of the foil packets that were such a familiar facet of our lovemaking, and tore it open with my teeth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I rolled the condom down my painfully erect penis and then turned back to my waiting wife.

  “That’s a good boy!” she teased, her voice filled with slutty, teasing condescension. Her bright eyes shone with wicked delight as she took my throbbing erection in her hand. She cupped my balls lovingly as she slowly stroked my latex-encased dick. “It just wouldn’t be right to give this little guy the same privileges as Lance’s big cock, now would it, Honey?”

  “Fuck, you’re nasty, Lizzie!”

  “Oh, I know, Sweetie! And I have you to thank for it! After all, you’re the one who wanted to watch me ride another man’s cock! Now, get in here and let’s see what you can do with Lance’s pussy!”

  She pulled my hard cock insistently toward her wet slit, her hands moving to my shoulders as I settled in her lap. When I thrust forward, I was surprised to feel myself slide completely inside her with no resistance, our crotches bumping solidly together as she took me to the root. She was obviously excited and hot as an oven inside.

  “Mmmm!” she sighed, flashing me a broad, taunting smile as I began to thrust in and out of her. “There we go!” Her hands swept down my back to grab my ass, pulling me forcefully into her with each stroke. “Oh yeah! Just like that! Mmmm… That’s good!”

  “As good as him?” I demanded fiercely as I stabbed myself into her wetness. “As good as Lanc
e?”

  “Um…” Her haughty look dissolved. Now, she looked surprised, unsure how to answer. “Well…”

  “Tell me!” I demanded, increasing both the pace and the ferocity of my thrusts. “How do I measure up? Do I fuck you as well as he does?!”

  Her sapphire eyes studied me for a moment, sizing me up. I could tell she was concerned, and I knew what she was thinking. She couldn’t tell if I was serious or not. Had she gone too far and hurt my feelings? Or was this all part of our game? Taking pity on her, I shot her a little wink and a grin and saw her eyes light up with understanding, her insecurity immediately replaced by playful lust.

  “No, Sweetie,” she shook her head in mock resignation, “you don’t.” She giggled and writhed enthusiastically beneath me. Placing her little hands on my cheeks, she grinned wickedly up at me as I rutted into her. “There’s no way you could ever fuck me as well as Lance does!” Her breathing was getting quicker now, her own words exciting her.

  “No? And why is that, Lizzie?” I pounded her savagely, as if punishing her for her outrageous sluttiness.

  “Oh, Baby,” she teased, her face flushed, “you’re far too small!”

  “Your husband’s dick is too small for you?”

  “Oh Fuck! Oh God, Bill!” She swallowed, her glowing eyes staring into mine, then nodded furiously. “Yes! Oh fuck, Yes! That’s why we need Lance! Because he’s big enough to satisfy me!” She was fucking back at me now like she was possessed, hunching her pelvis forcefully up at me, eagerly taking each stroke of my dick. Her eyes were wide and her breathing now fast and shallow. She was getting close.

  “And is that why?”

  “Why what, Baby?” she gasped, her mouth hanging open in unrestrained arousal.

  “Why you let him knock you up?!!” I hissed, hammering her pussy as hard as I could.

  “Ooooh! OH NO! Oh God, Bill! PLEEEASE!” she shrieked frantically as my words sent her careening over the edge. Stiffening, she arched her spine, her wonderful little titties jutting skyward like two miniature traffic cones.

  She threw her head back into the pillows with her tangled red mane forming a halo around her gorgeous pale face. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her mouth open wide to reveal a row of perfectly white teeth as she quaked and shuddered and screamed out her orgasm, cumming like a freight train.

  I was right behind her. Like her, my excitement had been building for some time and now, watching her insane climax, I knew there was no way I could stop my own. I was past the point of no return. I was going to cum and I was going to cum hard!

  Feeling the burning urgency in my balls reach the breaking point, I jammed my cock as far up her clenching, molten pussy as I could and held firmly against her heaving pelvis as I began to cum.

  With an almost painful intensity, I spurted deep inside her, sending bolt after bolt of my white-hot semen racing down my pulsating shaft, only to be caught by the thin latex barrier that separated me from my wife.

  As my orgasm waned, I lay on top of her, nuzzling and kissing her long, ivory neck. “Whew!” I sighed, “that was intense!”

  “Um, yeah!” Lizzie giggled beneath me. “That was a pretty good one!”

  Propping myself up on my elbows above her, I bent and kissed her lips, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “But not as good as Lance,” I teased, grinning at her.

  “Oh Bill,” she smiled and shook her head, bringing her hand up to touch the side of my face, “you know I’m only teasing you, don’t you? Sex with you is always good! And you’re not really small. I mean, sure Lance is a little bigger, but it’s not that much of a difference. I was only saying that to get you going, because it seemed like you were into it. Although,” she giggled, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, “I won’t even pretend to understand just why that turns you on!”

  “Yeah,” I shrugged, laughing sheepishly. “I can’t really explain it either!”

  As I was contemplating that, Lizzie suddenly slapped my arm. “And what about the whole ‘Lance has knocked up my wife’ thing?!” She gave me a mock glare. “Don’t you think that’s a little below the belt? I can’t believe you went there! I mean, for all we know, it’s actually a possibility! Since when is the thought of me pregnant by another man erotic?!!”

  “I don’t know, Liz,” I arched my eyebrow challengingly, “but it sure seemed to do the trick for you!”

  Now it was her turn to be embarrassed. “Uh, yeah, I suppose it did,” she murmured, her eyes avoiding mine. She bit her lip, lost in thought for a moment. “I guess that’s kinda fucked up, huh? Oh my God, Bill, are we really turned on by this?! Are you?”

  “I… I don’t know. Shit! I mean, it’s not like I really want it to happen or anything! It’s just that… it’s just…”

  “Just what, Bill?” she asked softly, her long fingernails absently tracing a path down my pecs and across my abs, then back up to my neck.

  “I don’t know, Lizzie. I guess it’s kinda like watching a horror movie. Know what I mean? You’d never want any of those things to happen to you – not in a million years – and yet, you’re somehow fascinated by it. That’s sort of how it is when I think about… about… you know!” I was suddenly embarrassed by the topic. “Does that make any sense?”

  Elizabeth laughed loudly, her beautiful red hair bouncing crazily on the pillow as she shook her head from side to side. “No, Baby!” she snickered, “That makes no sense to me at all! In fact, it’s just about the craziest thing I’ve ever heard in my life! But if the thought of my rich boyfriend knocking me up gets you all hot and bothered, I’m not going to complain!”

  “What about you?” I asked. “You seemed to get awfully excited when I mentioned it, little miss ‘that makes no sense to me’! I honestly can’t remember the last time I saw you cum that hard!”

  “I know, I know!” she conceded, blushing. “I said it was fucked up! I guess, on some strange level, it gets me going, too.” She opened her mouth again, about to say something, then seemed to think better of it.

  “What is it?” I urged. “Come on, Baby. You can tell me.”

  “I guess…” She stopped, her eyes darting nervously to mine.

  “What?” I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand.

  “Well,” she started hesitantly, “all this time, ever since I got your text, I’ve been worrying about it. For days now, every waking minute, thinking about it, fretting about it, wondering if Lance…” Her voice trailed off. “I may not show it all the time, but I’m really worried!”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “Me, too.”

  “And now, for some reason, we’re both getting off on it.” She looked at me for a moment, her eyes searching mine. “What the hell’s wrong with us, Bill?”

  “I don’t know, Baby. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s some weird way of coping with the whole situation. You know what I mean? You know, like turning your darkest fear into some sort of fetish. Making it exciting, so it somehow seems less scary.”

  “You mean like, if we get off on the idea of my boyfriend getting me pregnant then, if it happens, it’s really not so bad?”

  I shrugged my shoulders and smiled wanly. “Yeah. Something like that, I guess!”

  She swallowed. “God Bill, that’s really…”

  “Fucked up?” I finished her sentence for her.

  Lizzie snorted, smirking, “Exactly!”

  “Yeah. I think you’re right!”

  “And yet,” she glanced down at our crotches, where we were still joined, “this little talk of ours appears to have made you hard again.”

  “Mm hmm. Looks like it! What do you say Mrs. Allen? Are you ready for round two?”

  “God, yes! But, go get a fresh condom first.” As I started to get up, she grinned sadistically and placed a hand on her lower belly. “That way we’ll know for sure that it’s Lance’s!” She then burst into mirthful laughter.

  “Shit, you’re bad!” I shook my head, laughing as I headed toward the bathroom.

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sp; Chapter 9

  After spending most of Tuesday fornicating with my practically insatiable wife, Wednesday morning found me sitting across the breakfast table from her as though everything were normal. Just a typical, everyday breakfast in the Allen house.

  I was wearing jeans and a button-up shirt, having already fed the horses. Lizzie, on the other hand, was still wearing her short nightie and each time she got up to get a cup of coffee or a piece of toast, I was treated to the occasional peek of the lace panties she wore beneath it.

  There was the usual banter and small talk, just like every morning, but there was a tension in the air. Neither of us mentioned it, but both of us were thinking about it: five more days. Five more days until we knew if Lizzie was pregnant. Five exasperatingly long days until we would be able to breathe again!

  As we sat there eating, talking about anything but what was really on our minds, I noticed that my wife had placed her smart phone on the corner of the table. It wasn’t something she usually did, so it made me curious. As the meal progressed, I noticed that she was glancing at it from time to time. Was she expecting a call? I had just made up my mind to ask her about it when she spoke.

  “You know how you said you wish you could’ve been there?” she asked. Seeing the look of confusion on my face, she explained, “This weekend, when I was with Lance. You said that you wished you could’ve watched?”

  “Mm hmm,” I murmured, unsure where this conversation was going.

  “Well, there’s something I haven’t told you yet,” she said with a guilty look. “There’s… well, there’s a video,” she said simply, her eyes straying downward to look at the phone.

  “A video?”

  She nodded without looking up. “Of me… with Lance.”

  “On your phone,” I said, more a statement than a question. I was slowly beginning to understand. “Can I see it? Do you want to show it to me?”