Trisha’s Treasure Box - Part 2: The Circles Grow Small: A Cuckold Hotwife Novel (Cockold Wife, Cuckold Stories) (Cuckold hotwife, cuckold humiliation, swinger erotica)

by Sally J.

  Part 2: The Circles Grow Small

  By

  Sally J.

  Introduction

  Married couple Trisha and Thomas Spencer lead a seemingly normal life. Both are professors of History and are well renowned for their research into the field of ancient arts. Behind the façade of normalcy however, they lead a life of wanton open sexuality, giving into their deepest urges of lewd and twisted adultery.

  Their close friend and art bootlegger Mark has recently laid his hands on one part of an ancient puzzle, a golden disc known as The Dei Pi Ring. If they can find the second part of the puzzle – another similar golden disc – legend has it that it will lead them to the greatest treasure ever! They take on this journey head on, spicing it up with sex, sex and more depraved sex!

  © Copyright 2015 by Sally J. - All rights reserved.

  This book is work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including, information storage or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems 0 except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews- without permission in writing from the author.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 1

  The black limousine cut through the crisp, chilly night air. Thomas Spencer, looked ahead as they zoomed past dark buildings and empty abandoned streets. He could hear the muffled noises in the back seat and somehow today he felt as if he shouldn’t give in to his urges. As much as he wanted to be a spectator to what was going on behind, he felt he didn’t want to encourage the man in the back seat too much. Nikolay Yurkovich. Mafia Lord. He wondered if he had made a mistake by listening to Trisha and going along with her temptations. The last thing he wanted to do was put her in danger. But she liked danger, didn’t she? And didn’t he also? He had to look. He turned around.

  The back seat was very spacious. But even then, Nikolay Yurkovich seemed to fill up the space easily. At this proximity, Thomas could understand this brute’s true size. Trisha was sitting next to him and he had leaned over, his face directly in front of hers. The courteous mannerisms and the soft natured look on his face which they had seen a few minutes back at his ‘den’ had all but vanished. It had been replaced with a leering look - a mischievous sneer. He stroked Trisha’s face soft with his huge hands. And as was her wicked nature, his wife looked at him with the most loving and affectionate gaze. Nikolay Yurkovich spoke,

  “You like?”

  Trisha nodded.

  Then, without shame, Nikolay Yurkovich put his hand on Trisha’s right breast. He let it rest there for a while.

  “Why, your heart is pounding! Are you scared?”

  Trisha shook her head. She said “A woman’s heart can pound for many reasons Nikolay”.

  Nikolay Yurkovich gave out a slow chuckle. “Yes, you are right. A woman’s heart can pound for many reasons. And you call me Nikolay? I like that. Yurkovich sounds so dull, no?”

  He started slowly rubbing his huge hands over her sizeable right tit, feeling her out. Trish didn’t say a word. She just smiled a pouty smile and looked ahead.

  “Is this how you treat all your ladies, Nikolay? Plus I thought, we were going to your yacht to discuss art.”

  “We are. We’ll be at the wharf any minute now. And we are discussing art aren’t we, he said looking down at his huge hand continued to rub her soft breast over the silky evening gown. He took two fingers and ran them over the place where her most sensitive area was, just above the nipple and areolas. The pressure of his fingers made her nipples stand out against the thin fabric of her evening dress. He looked at the betraying outline of womanhood that her arousal had brought on.

  “Oh, Mrs. Spencer, it seems, the cool night has got the better of you.” He smiled crookedly at Trisha who still looked straight ahead with a typical sarcastic but naughty smile on her face.

  The car came to a halt. Thomas looked out. They were at the wharf. Nikolay pleased with their arrival said,

  “Let’s not keep you exposed to this uncomfortable weather. Let’s go inside where it’s warm and comfortable.”

  As Trisha and Thomas stepped out into the cold night air, they heard the lapping of water. In front of them, docked in all its majesty was a huge luxury yacht. It was white, double-storied, with chrome rails. On its side was printed in bold blue letters the words “THE STAR AND THE SWORD”. Within a few moments they were onboard and it was immediately easy for them to realize at once how magnificent a vessel this was.

  The deck was huge with a big bubbling Jacuzzi in the middle and sun loungers arranged along its sides. The main structure of the ship was paneled with polished wood and the sheer size made it look more like a hotel, than a yacht – a behemoth. They soon stepped inside and were met at the door by more buff guards. Nikolay Yurkovich walked in front and led them to the main living room situated on the bottom floor. It was very lavish, with a bar at one end. Leather sofas lined the room and a dazzling chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling. He stood in the middle and outstretched his arms, brandishing his luxurious yacht, obviously a prized asset.

  “How do you like Nikolay’s baby, Mr. Spencer?”

  “It’s quite a thing, Mr. Yurkovich, I must admit,” said Thomas. He looked around the room, nodding in appreciation. Trisha looked at him, smiling to herself. She knew Thomas was not at all interested in such things. They were meaningless to him. He was interested in just one thing - the ring. And maybe a bit more of what she thought was sure to come. As for herself, she knew exactly what she wanted. The car ride had definitely brought on those kinds of feelings. Nikolay pleased with their reactions said in his gruff voice,

  “Let me show you more.”

  He strode across to the left side of the room where a spiral staircase led to the upper floor. As the emerged on top, they found them selves in a room, somewhat less formal in nature than the one below. It had a huge pool table in the center and bar in the corner, packed with bottles. There were photographs which hung on the wall, of Nikolay with some of his close associates. Right in the middle of the room was a shiny metal pole. Trisha looked at it and realized exactly what it was. A stripper’s pole. Taking a look around she understood what this was. The den. The boss’ playpen. Along one of the walls facing the pole was a big plush white leather sofa.

  “Isn’t this a fine place to discuss art, Mrs. Spencer?”

  “As fine as any,” said Trisha looking straight at him. She knew they were not going to discuss the ring. At least not yet. This huge beast of a man had aroused her immensely in the car with his wickedness. She knew there was a lot more where that came from and she was sure he couldn’t wait to rip her apart. Neither could she. Nikolay understood that clearly from her stare.

  “I have some work of art you may like,” he grinned. Then turning towards the staircase that they had just come up along, he shouted, “Yuri, Lev”.

  In seconds, two figures arose from the spiral staircase through the floor. They were two of his bodyguards. Both were built
like an ox. The stood with their hands behind their backs, in attention in front of their boss.

  “You are thinking where the art is? These are just men! ” He looked at Trisha and smiled. “Come I will show you. Let us sit”. He led them to the sofa and all three of them sat down. Nikolay sat in the middle of Trisha and Thomas; he instructed the two men in Russian. They walked over to stand just in front of the pool table, around only ten feet away. They started unbuttoning their shirts. In a few moments they stood absolutely naked in front of them.

  What Trisha saw amazed her – it was a sight to behold. The men were profoundly muscular and well built; every muscle bulging and every vein standing out, accenting their raw power. Their shoulders were broad and their chests wide. But the fascinating thing was this - starting from the neck, all the way down to the hip the men were covered with the most amazing tattoo work she had ever seen. It wasn’t just normal tattoos which covered their bodies – Nikolay was right; this truly was art. Whoever had done this, was a master artist, using these bodies as a canvas, filling them with the most intricate designs and figures she had ever seen.

  There were depictions of lions and dragons. There was beautiful calligraphy and words written in Russian and languages she did not recognize. All of this was inked with exotic symbols and beautiful insignias. But her eyes were quickly drawn away from this magnificent sight to something that made her almost loose her breath. Both men hand enormous cocks. They were limp now and she noticed both were ‘bejeweled’. The man on the right, Yuri and the bigger of the two wore a silver cock ring on the base of his thick shaft. It was in the shape of a long snake-like dragon which circled around to devour its own tail. The other man, Lev wore a pierced stud on the tip skin of his cock. She looked at their enormous tools, as they hung in front of her, she could feel the sweat and moisture build up between her thighs. She hadn’t noticed, in her fervor, that all the while Nikolay had been rubbing her gently on her lap.

  Now he lifted her evening gown slightly to expose her creamy thighs. He put his hand on the inner side and took a handful of her supple flesh and using his hands, raised her dress even higher, not enough to show her crotch, but enough to charge up the imagination of the two men how stood naked in front. She could slowly see their limpness turn rigid and after a few more seconds of Nikolay’s hand rubbing up her naked thigh, they turned into huge nine inch long monsters of unbelievable girth. As they stood their, those tattooed men, in all their manly splendor, Trisha could only marvel and feel her breasts getting heavy with excitement.

  “You like them, Mrs. Spencer?” said Nikolay, molesting her thigh. Trisha didn’t answer. She got up from the sofa and went towards the men, and circled them, inspecting their bodies, like a lioness. She loved what she saw. She stood in front of the bigger man, Yuri and looked down. The pink tip of his huge naked cock looked up at her. She put her index finger on the tip of his cock, just covering his hole and looked up at him. She stood there for a while, seeing his reaction. He looked straight back at her, from his rugged square-jawed face without emotion. She took a few steps in and ran her hands over his big tattooed chest, loving him with her soft touch. She realized, being close to him like this, his huge naked cock touched her stomach. Stepping in even further, she leaned in and put her mouth on his nipples and started sucking. She could feel his warm shaft pulsating against the fabric over evening gown.

  Thomas sat beside Nikolay Yurkovich, and watched ahead as his wife rubbed her body against one of the big naked bodyguards. She had encircled her hands around his body to his back and now ran her hands over his butt as she sucked on his right nipple. Their boss, sat next to him, taking in his wife’s depravity, smoking a cigar. He had offered him one, but he had refused. He didn’t smoke. Nikolay Yurkovich said something, directed to the man on the left, Lev. He obeyed. Taking Trisha by the tuft of her long hair, he pulled her away from Yuri, spinning her around.

  Now she faced them, held in place by Yuri. He lifted her evening gown and parted it from the side, exposing her completely up to her hips. Trisha stood there displayed, held by her hair, her fleshy thighs naked till her crotch, open to everybody’s view. She wore stringy sheer panties, and her brown womanly fur peeked out from the sides. Her crack was visible through the see-through material. She looked kinky in her heels. Nikolay nodded; he had a vile grin on his face. Thomas looked at his wife’s face. It was full of lust. Nikolay made a gesture with his fingers in a circular motion, instructing Lev to turn Trisha around. He did so immediately, again by the hair, turning her around so that she now stood with her naked ass towards them. Her frail panties hid nothing of her immense womanly ass, lodged almost totally now in her deep crack, her naked cheeks exposed. Thomas looked on as Yuri came in from the side and felt up his wife’s big meaty junk. Then both he and Lev slapped her butt , sending ripples down her soft ample flesh.

  Thomas noticed that Nikolay particularly enjoyed this as he rubbed his hands over a huge bulge that had appeared in his trousers. His arousal grew as Trisha’s ass turned a deep red from the spanking. The two brutes then spread her panties to the side and spread her ass cheeks open, revealing her naked butt hole to Nikolay. The luscious folds of her cunt peeked out in between her legs. She looked back, watching the Mafia boss enjoying her naked displayed body, with the most naughtiest smile on her face. Nikolay blurted some more Russian to the men. It seemed like a question. Lev took his middle finger and stuck it deep inside Trisha’s pussy. Trisha let out a moan. He then withdrew it and put it to his mouth.

  “Sladkiy,” he said with a crooked smile.

  Nikolay turned to Thomas. His vile smile was now a permanent thing.

  “Means sweet in Russian.”

  As Nikolay gestured with his hands, Lev loosened his grip on her hair. Yuri unfastened the clasps behind her, on her evening gown, and it fell to the floor. She took off whatever else she was wearing and soon she was completely naked, except her heels, which she kept on. Her body looked voluptuous as usual. Her sizeable natural tits with their big brown nipples hung down on her chest; her thin waist expanded into wide curvy hips accented by her big protruding ass. Thick thighs tapered down to her shapely feminine legs. She slid down to the floor on all fours and then like a mischievous jungle cat she crawled on her all fours towards the sofa – towards Nikolay. As she moved forward the two naked men walked beside her, now stroking their shafts and spanking her ass. It jiggled under their abuse. On every spank, Trisha seductively bit her lips which then immediately turned into a naughty smile. She loved playing.

  Trisha could see the huge bulge in Nikolay’s pants as she crawled towards him. His legs were open as if ready to welcome her. She could feel the sting of the spanks as she moved. These men were rough and that made her horny as hell. She couldn’t wait to see Nikolay’s cock. As if reading her mind, the giant of a man in front of her got up and stood with his hands on his hips. For almost a minute he looked down at Trisha, naked, almost at his feet. Very slowly he undressed and it took some time before he was fully naked. This time both she and Thomas gasped together. The tattoos on the bodyguards were nothing compared to what this man had. It was incredible. He turned around and showed them his back. Filling almost the whole surface was the tattoo of a big eagle done in red, blue and black ink. It was grand. Nikolay Yurkovich lifted his arms and flexed his biceps. The illusion was a worthy one. It looked as if the bird had spread its wings. He turned back around, with a proud smile on his face. He sat back down, with his legs apart. His cock was by far the biggest one in the room and it now stood erect and stiff for her. Trisha wanted this man. He was an insensitive, lowly beast and it was again that dark deviant side of her which embraced the perverseness of the whole thing. Her pussy now ached for the huge filthy cocks which surrounded her. She needed to be fucked - fucked hard. She wanted to make those cocks wet with her juices.

  “Suck,” he said. Trisha obeyed, lowering her mouth onto his huge shaft. She could barely get it in her mouth, but once she did, she sucked on it pass
ionately, tasting his sweaty sex.

  From the corner of her eyes she could see her husband, sitting right next to the man, whose cock she had in her mouth. As she bobbed up and down Nikolay grinned,

  “You like watching your wife, Mr. Spencer?” Thomas didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on Trisha’s wet lips as they slid along the pink shaft.

  Yuri came in from the back and as Trish sucked, he slid his enormous cock into her open pussy. Even with her mouth full she let out a moan. The giant’s cock had stretched her out like she had never imagined and she could feel the his cock ring touch the lips of her pussy.. Immediately upon entering he started thrusting fast and hard and soon her rhythm on Nikolay’s tool matched that of Yuri’s pounding. Even from where Thomas was sitting, Trisha was sure her husband could see this goliath’s shaft entering her. The giant didn’t last long and with a huge loud grunt he unloaded his sperm inside Trisha’s gaping pussy. His body shook and his muscles flexed as he squirted his last drop inside her. He withdrew himself from behind Trisha and Lev immediately took his place, mounting her from behind. He was rougher than his partner, and as he pounded Trisha’s cunt, he slapped her ass.