Taking the Team: A Hotwife Novel

by Lexi Archer

  The tongue pulled away and I wondered if there was about to be an explosion. There was no mistaking the taste. I wondered if the poor son-of-a-bitch who just went down on me was going to be upset about getting a tongue full of the team captain’s seed. Then again, maybe he was into that. Brian told me there were some guys into watching their wives who were also into cleaning up after them.

  Not something I particularly understood, but given everything I'd done it's not like I could knock someone for enjoying their fantasy.

  "You had some fun with her before you came over here, didn't you?" A voice said.

  A shock ran through my system. That voice. It was a distinctly female voice. A distinctly female voice I recognized, for that matter. I couldn't hold back any longer. I looked down between my legs and blinked. Saw none other than Chelsea lying there, her face slick with my juices. The taste of my pussy as well as presumably Michael's come, something I presumed she was intimately familiar with, on her tongue. Damn!

  I could understand the surprise he was talking about now. Finally the introduction to his girlfriend that I'd been anticipating for so long. And she looked so hot there between my legs with that huge grin on her face!

  "Surprised?" she asked.

  "You bet!"

  And then I reached down and grabbed her hair. Pulled her down between my legs. There were catcalls and laughs all around us, but I didn't pay attention to them. I was more interested in Chelsea between my legs. In the way her tongue set off a series of fireworks deep inside me. Fuck that was incredible! She only went around a couple of times with her tongue and already I felt on the edge of one hell of an incredible orgasm. Already I was about to go over that edge, and then she moved her finger up as she started playing with my clit and that was it.

  An explosion. Sparks danced in front of my eyes. I arched my back up which incidentally had the added advantage of pressing my pussy up towards her lips. Up towards her tongue. I let out a scream that was loud enough that I was certain it could be heard even down below on the dance floor where it sounded like the party was still going from the way a steady bass beat pumped through the floorboards.

  Holy fuck! This was so incredible. So intense. It was everything I'd imagined when I was thinking about being with a woman. I'd heard girls could be good at this. That they delivered an oral experience that was so much better than anything that could be expected with a man, but I'd never expected it to be this fucking good! Fuck!

  This was definitely the sort of oral experience that put everything else to shame. This was a woman who obviously knew what the fuck she was doing. Even if she spent most of her time fucking Michael, it was pretty damn obvious this wasn't the first time she'd done this sort of thing with another woman. I wondered if there were parties for the cheerleaders like this one for the basketball team. Parties where they got up to the sort of things where she might have an opportunity to practice this skill. That thought seemed like something straight out of the plot of a cheesy porno, but I’d been in enough situations that resembled cheap pornos in the past couple of weeks that I’d believe anything at this point.

  Whatever the reasons, she was truly gifted with her tongue. I was on the verge of passing out. Even with my eyes closed there were colors dancing behind my eyelids. I was squeezing them shut that hard. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets. The guys at my sides had let go as soon as I started bucking. It was obvious they were enjoying the show. And imagining all those guys surrounding me, staring at me, imagining Michael and my husband in particular staring at the show and enjoying it, set off another orgasmic wave.

  I clamped my thighs around her. I screamed over and over. To the point that I was out of breath and then there was nothing but silence as I had no more air to push through my vocal cords. It got to the point that I thought I might actually lose consciousness. That's how intense the feeling was!

  And then I started to come down. She pulled away at the last moment, managed to break free from the iron grip my thighs held her in.

  When I came down, opened my eyes and looked down at her, her face was flushed and slick with my juices. It looked like she'd just doused herself in a bucket of water. Damn! Had I really been that turned on?

  Applause. I looked up and saw Michael standing there with a huge grin on his face clapping.

  "Everybody give Megan a round for that! You just witnessed her first time with another woman! And of course we have Chelsea who performed admirably!"

  I fell back against the bed. I was exhausted after that short fuck session. It was my first time with a girl, and it was so hot, but at the same time it felt like it was almost too much. It felt almost as though I should have reserved that for another night. Because it was so intense that it left me gasping for air. It left me exhausted. And yet judging by the looks from everyone around me the night wasn't over yet. No, not over by far. They stared down at me with pure lust in their eyes. Some were grinning. Some just stared.

  Either way, it was pretty damn clear that I was about to get fucked to within an inch of my life by all these men. And at that thought, despite the exhaustion, I felt a tingle picking up between my legs. I felt ready to go. Ready to take these men. Ready to take the team like the basketball groupie slut that I’d become.

  I looked over to Brian. He looked more than ready as well. He licked his lips one final time, still standing near the entrance with a look of disbelief on his face. Glancing between me and Chelsea. She was still clothed, though as she stepped back Michael moved over and started taking care of that.

  "It's time," he said.

  I closed my eyes and hands moved all over my body again.

  19: Joining In

  I stared in fascination as men moved in around my wife. Their hands roamed all over her. A tear and the negligee she wore ripped straight down the middle. I grimaced. Usually she wasn't happy when I messed up her underwear like that, but then again it's not like she'd actually bought the stuff.

  At least I was pretty sure she didn't. She hadn't been shopping lately that I knew of.

  The crowd of turned on college studs surrounded her. One started feeling her tits. Another got up on the bed beside her, pulled his cock out and she turned and opened her mouth. Took that cock like she was a champion cocksucker. Which, of course, I knew she was, but seeing her putting those skills to use with another man, and so willingly, was a bit of a shock.

  After so long trying to convince Megan to do something exactly like this it was surprising to see her actually getting down and doing it!

  Meanwhile beside the bed Michael was doing his best to disrobe Chelsea. And so I found myself distracted from Megan for a moment. Megan was fucking hot, one of the hottest women I knew, but I also wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see this sexy cheerleader. Michael pulled up her shirt and grinned as he saw me watching. As her tits bounced free. Apparently she wasn't wearing a bra, though with the way her tits defied gravity it wasn't like she needed one anyways.

  Watching Megan getting down and dirty with that girl had been a genuine surprise. I knew the idea had intrigued her, but I didn't think it would actually happen. Then again, there were a lot of things I didn't think would actually happen that had gone down recently. Including Chelsea going down on my wife.

  I was learning to just roll with it and go with the fun. It was better that way. No use getting up in arms about the consequences of a fantasy I'd bothered Megan about for so long. These were the consequences and I was more than happy to deal with them. Especially when the consequences were this fucking hot!

  Michael finished disrobing Chelsea and pushed her back on the bed. Good thing it was big enough they could both fit on it with room to spare for the guys surrounding them. Chelsea looked almost uncertain, biting her lip, but Michael nodded and she grinned. That was odd. Not the reaction I would’ve expected from a girl who presumably did this sort of thing all the time. She was reacting almost the same way Megan had. A little hesitant, but so turned on.

  Megan didn't look over
at her new companion, but then again she was a little busy with that guy moving his cock in and out of her mouth on repeat. Meanwhile another guy was moving up between her legs. He positioned his cock at her entrance, it seemed that he had a condom on which I figured was a good thing, and then he plowed into her. Megan squealed in surprise, but that surprise didn’t last long. After a few moments he was sawing in and out of her from the bottom while the guy working on her mouth continued to do just that. They settled into a rhythm with one guy pounding into her as the other pulled out and then doing the opposite. Damn that was incredible!

  Chelsea reached down and grabbed Megan's hand as a new guy moved up beside her. Their fingers intertwined as his cock pressed into the cheerleader’s mouth and another guy, also wearing a condom, moved up between her legs. I looked over to Michael and saw him standing with a box of condoms handing them out to everybody before their turn, and there was no complaining. I marveled at the way he was able to run such a tight ship. It was impressive. Then again, I suppose none of these guys probably wanted to risk pissing him off.

  I had a feeling that could really screw up their prospects on the team.

  In a moment Chelsea was being fucked just as thoroughly as my wife. I was relieved Chelsea was there providing some of the entertainment. My wife would be more than willing to take all of these guys, but I worried her expectations might exceed the reality of what she could actually take on. These were a bunch of college guys in the prime of their life, after all, and there was a part of me that didn't think she’d be able to handle all of them.

  So yeah. It was a good thing there was another girl there so Megan wasn't literally taking the entire team, however hot that idea might be. Maybe that was something she could work up to, but it didn’t seem like a good idea for the first time.

  Pretty soon things settled into a normal rhythm. At least as normal as it could be with a bunch of guys plowing my wife at the same time. I guess terms like "normal" really got thrown out the door in a situation like that.

  A guy would pound in between her legs, she would scream and usually have a small orgasm, though nothing that came close to what happened with that Chelsea girl the first time around. It seemed she definitely had her most fun at the very beginning.

  Eventually the guy would come, groaning and staring down at her and her bouncing tits, and then pull out. Pull his condom off and let another guy move in. And as I looked around it seemed like there were more guys than what had been here initially. I realized there was another door to the room, in the back where I hadn't noticed it, and more guys from the team were coming through in a steady stream.

  I got so caught up in watching that I grew a little complacent, but that complacency was shattered when I saw a guy moving towards Megan without a condom on. Fuck! A complete stranger was going to try and get in between my wife's legs without any protection! That was crossing a line!

  I made a move to stop him. To dash across the room, though he was bigger than me and I was probably going to at least get hit over this even if the other guys on the team did have my back. Something that wasn’t a guarantee since this guy was presumably on the team and I wasn’t. Only I hadn't gotten more than a step towards the guy when suddenly two hands gripped him from behind. Michael pulled him off of Megan before he even had an opportunity to climb in between her legs. I blinked in astonishment as he threw the guy back, and suddenly other guys from the team were stepping up and grabbing him.

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Michael asked.

  "Hey! I was just having some fun…" the guy said.

  "This guy isn't even on the team," one of the dudes holding his arm said.

  "How'd you get in here?" Michael asked.

  "I heard the real party was upstairs. You know the rumors…"

  "Take him out back and deal with him," Michael said.

  The two guys on either side of him grinned and dragged the guy out the back entrance kicking and screaming. Meanwhile a couple of other guys broke off from the fun and followed, still just in their boxers. I couldn't tell if they'd already gone or if they were giving up the privilege of being here this evening so they could take care of that guy. Either way, I was thankful they were there. That Michael was keeping a strict eye on things. Otherwise things would've gone bad for Megan. Who knew what a random guy sneaking into this party might have?

  Michael looked over at me and winked. I nodded. It was obvious Megan was in good hands. I almost wasn't necessary.

  The session might have looked pretty normal to me, like they were settling into a routine, but it was definitely doing more and more for Megan. I'd said she was just having small orgasms, nothing compared to what she had with Chelsea, but as time wore on those orgasms were getting more and more intense. It was as though every cock that replaced the previous one in her pussy, or in her mouth for that matter, was causing her to get closer and closer to one hell of a major orgasm. It was like she was building towards something major.

  The last guy to come in her mouth pulled out. I was surprised to see she'd managed to not miss a single drop from any of the guys enjoying her mouth. I wondered how many loads she'd swallowed. I'd lost count of the number of guys moving up there to enjoy her mouth.

  Someone off to the side handed her a bottle of water and she took a deep swig from it. Half the bottle was gone before she handed it back. Then she looked down between her legs and smiled as Michael hopped on. His cock was out, and he wasn't wearing a condom. Apparently the privilege of coming in my wife was reserved for him and him alone, and surprisingly I was okay with that. She'd already fucked him without a condom, after all, and everything I'd seen at this event tonight screamed that he was someone who took responsibility very seriously. So I figured it was perfectly fine to let him have his fun.

  Besides, it's not like there was much I could do to stop it. So why even fight it?

  "Are you ready?" he asked.

  Megan bit her lip and nodded. Looked over to Chelsea who’d finished her own final session and was drinking from her own water. They still had their fingers intertwined, and when Chelsea finished her water she leaned in and started making out with my wife. A pretty fucking intense makeout session, at that. Their tongues dueled and their hands started doing a lot more than holding. Chelsea felt up my wife as Michael buried himself to the hilt inside her.

  He let out a sigh as other guys filed out of the room. I wasn't sure if he'd told them to do that or if this was something of a tradition. If it was a tradition then he was one lucky bastard. Getting his hot girlfriend and getting to take on whatever girl was the flavor of the night?

  Talk about living.

  My cock was so hard. It seemed my drug of choice was still the simple pleasure of my wife fucking another man, though watching her taking on the team had been pretty fucking hot. It definitely broadened my horizons and had me wondering what other new naughty adventures we might get up to.

  "Fuck Megan!" he sighed.

  After a moment he was moving in and out of her. Hitting her for everything she was worth. Her tits bounced with a reckless abandon that was like nothing she'd experienced previously with the other guys pounding her. He really seemed to be enjoying himself, and why not? It seemed like there was something deeper moving between him and Megan.

  I suppose that should've worried me, but I was at peace with it. I knew that at the end of the day it was Megan and me, even if we did get up to some slightly crazy adventures from time to time. All I cared about was the two of us. Was the experience of going on new sexual adventures with my wife, and this had been one hell of an adventure!

  Michael must've been just as turned on as Megan was. He plowed into her over and over, but he didn't last nearly as long this time around as he had the first time he was with her. No, it wasn't long before he thrust inside her one final time and groaned as he emptied himself inside her. Her moans were reaching a crescendo, but she hadn't yet reached that height of pleasure that I knew she was probably building towards. I
wondered if she was disappointed, but she didn't show anything as Michael grunted and filled her with his seed.

  Amazing how something as mind blowing as another man coming inside my wife, something that would have driven me crazy just a couple of weeks ago, could seem routine now. Even though this was only the second time he'd come inside her unprotected.

  Or maybe the third. Chelsea had said something about tasting him on my wife when she first went down on her. I’d have to ask about that, but later.

  I guess next to watching her getting fucked by multiple men, seeing one guy blowing his load in her didn't have the same hold on me that it once had, but it was still pretty fucking hot!

  He held himself there for a moment, his muscles tensed, and then finally finished with a gasp. Pulled out of her. Looked over at me with a smile.

  "You ready man?"

  I looked between him and Megan. She stared up at me and grinned. "Come over here," she said.

  I looked between her and Chelsea. Chelsea who was smiling up at me with that perfect tight body. With her equally freshly fucked pussy. With a grin that said she was ready for some more fun. With me. I swallowed. Was this really happening?

  "Both?" I asked.

  "What can I say?" Michael said with a shrug. "Chelsea thinks you're cute, and to be perfectly honest I realized I kind of enjoy watching her with other guys. That’s why I tried this experiment tonight letting her join in the fun. Plus I figure it's the least I owe you after everything you and Megan have done for me."

  "Wait. I thought you said she'd been a part of these parties before?"

  Michael shrugged. "I lied. I thought I’d get jealous, but I'm starting to understand the appeal of this fantasy thanks to you."

  “And I need to properly thank you for opening his eyes to this fantasy,” Chelsea said. “Because it’s been pretty fucking hot for me too!”

  I shook my head and grinned. How about that? I guess the universe was rewarding me for my crazy fantasy. Talk about an outcome I never would’ve anticipated when I started badgering Megan about trying this!