20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  Holy shit that hurt. I could feel my hymen being ripped as soon as she pressed into me. I tried my best to hold back the scream, biting until my lip had a small trickle of blood. I mean, I’m sure that the people who would hear it probably would believe that I was just getting the exam, and that I was a virgin, but man, this initial thrust really did hurt. However, she then pulled back slightly, allowing my breathing to go back to normal, and as I looked at her, she gave me a reassuring smile.

  “That’s the worst part,” she told me.

  I wanted to believe her, but in truth I was kind of terrified of what might happen next. She then pressed it once more into me, which then spurred me into a different mindset. This wasn’t all that bad. Instead of it hurting like a motherfucker, this actually felt kind of nice. She began to thrust into me, looking at me and pressing her lips to mine. I got completely lost in her. She was so good, the texture of her lips so firm and tantalizing, and that honestly I felt like I was in heaven as I felt her continue to graze and touch her lips against my own.

  The feeling of our bodies together, the way her hand started to massage both our clits as she did this, seemed to completely turn me on. I wanted nothing more than to have this happen forever, for her to continue to thrust into me, to make me utter these lewd as all hell noises each and every time. But soon, I felt something within me, and as I looked at her, she gave me a small grin.

  “I know that you’re close. You can cum if you want,” she told me.

  Those words were enough for me. I then screamed out, bucking my hips with a wanton need and pleasure that I normally didn’t feel. I began to feel my orgasm just completely entice me, making me bite my lip until I drew blood once again as I screamed out loud. I began to look at her, and soon, she let out a sigh, tensing up as she came hard against me as well, letting out a small whine of excitement, loving the feeling of my body against her own.

  She then waited a moment before pulling out, putting the toy to the side, looking at me with a smile on her face.

  “Well, what did you think? Not bad for your first, right?” she said with a teasing smile.

  That damming smile was enough to make me grin back.

  “Yeah. That was pretty amazing. I want it again,” I said. Even though my pussy felt raw from the actions, and that there was a small amount of blood, I felt happy. She grabbed some towels, putting it down there and looking at me, giving me a weak grin.

  “Sorry about that. It obviously does happen after you have sex the first time. I mean, you probably knew that, but it’s nothing to be afraid of,” she said.

  “Yeah. I figured,” I said.

  She finished cleaning me off, helping me get back onto the table. She got her clothes back on, sighing as she looked at me.

  “Well, now that that’s over, I guess it’s time to continue the exam. Are you okay with this?” she asked me.

  I knew that this would probably still hurt, especially after all that I’ve done, but I nodded, taking a chance and smiling at her.

  “Yeah. Let’s do it,” I said.

  I was ready to do whatever else was needed for this, especially since there was a chance that I was going to have a better time from here on out. I wanted more of this, craved more of this woman’s touch, and I had a feeling that whatever she did have happen to me next would be great, and she wouldn’t stop until I was happy and satisfied. I did want to try this again, but I also didn’t know if I should ask her yet.

  I guess I’ll wait a bit, until the time is right.

  Chapter Four

  I sat there as she got the instrument out, putting on some surgical gloves even after all that we did.

  “Standard procedure. You should get your gown on too. I’m supposed to have someone else in here. But you know, I bend the rules from time to time,” she said with a smile on her face.

  I did as I was told, putting the gown back on and holding the drape over my legs. She unlocked the door, pressed the call button, and a woman came inside. It was some young redhead, and honesty she was pretty cute too. Damn, what’s with this office and having cute doctors?

  “Is she ready, ma’am?” the lady asked.

  “Yeah. Let’s get this done. We had a little chat together, I think it definitely did help her as well,” she told the other woman.

  She gave me a sly glance, and I immediately knew that she was talking about our little romp earlier. It made me blush, made me feel a bit nervous, but at the same time, I felt excited for whatever would happen next. The doctor and her assistant came forward, spreading me out, pushing the instrument in there.

  I got to admit, sex was totally not as great as this was, that’s for sure. I contorted my face into that of pain, but they managed to get the sample after a bit.

  “You did very well, my dear,” the assistant said.

  Little did she know that right before this, Jenna was saying the same thing, and as Jenna looked at me, I felt a blush form against my face.

  “You did very well. I’m proud of you,” Jenna said. I could tell that she didn’t just mean in terms of the exam, but everything in general. I began to blush, looking around and trying to avoid their gazes.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re welcome. Now, go get your clothes on, and then, you can meet me at the reception desk,” she said.

  I knew she was implying something else entirely when she said that. She then started to waltz out, and as I put on my panties and clothing, I began to feel a flush grace against my face.

  Fuck, that was some of the hottest shit I’ve ever done. I wanted to do it again. Jenna was perfect, utterly fucking perfect at this kind of thing. I was kind of jealous, being a bit of a noob and all, but I guess that comes with the territory of having experience. I mean, she had an amazing pussy for someone who popped out some crotch fruit, and honestly, I’d totally do it again. I mean, I don’t’ really see myself having a relationship with Jenna other than causal sex, but who knows, maybe she’s cool with a lowly little student like me.

  I didn’t know if I was getting ahead of myself, or if I was totally doing the right thing. I began to head on out of there, going over to the reception counter. She dismissed the other girls that were there it seemed, and when she saw me, she gave me a smile that said it all.

  “So, did you like it?” she asked me with a smirk.

  “Yeah. It was…pretty fucking amazing,” I said.

  “Good. You were very good for your first time. I mean, I haven’t had an experience with a girl like that, especially with how good it was,” she told me.

  I began to blush, realizing that these compliments were totally getting to me as well. She then cleared her throat, looking at me with a stare.

  “Now, I do want to see you again. I say next year would be fine for the checkup,” she said.

  Great. So I wouldn’t get to see her immediately.

  “What about my birth control?” I asked.

  “I already sent out the prescription. If anything does happen, don’t hesitate to ask me. I know of many ways to help with this. Sometimes they have adverse reactions, and it’s nothing that we can’t’ fix,” she told me.

  I sighed, feeling relief from all of this.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re welcome. Now, if you want to see me again, maybe before your break is over, here’s my number. I can’t really answer before five, but after that, I’m free. I just have to get my daughter a sitter, which is easy,” she said.

  I nodded, taking the number and looking at her with wide eyes.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re most welcome. I figured that with the way you enjoyed it, you might want something more.

  I totally did want something more. “Yeah. That and then some,” I said.

  “Well, your wish is my command. I can give you what you want, and you just have to come see little old me,” she told me with the smallest glint of excitement.

  Fuck, I was feeling the effects of her looks once
again. I was turning redder than a tomato as she gave me the paper with the appointment time and date on there. I felt excited, really excited, and as I looked at her, and then at the paper, I felt a whirlwind of excitement for it all.

  I scampered out of there, looking around to see my car over in the corner. I headed on back, my mother asking me how it went. I told her that it was all good, and that everything was utterly perfect. I didn’t tell her about what I did with the woman, or even what the entire appointment entailed. I just mentioned that the doctor was a total sweetie, and that it made it a lot easier.

  I did have feelings for her, I really did. I didn’t know what to do about them, especially at this point. Yeah I was young, but so was she. She didn’t look that much older, and who knows, maybe this was the type of life that I wanted in life. I began to blush thinking about the future, about tomorrow, and about what might come from this. I mean, I didn’t really know where the future resided, where everything laid, or even what might come about next, but the only thing that I knew for sure, the only thing that I was certain of, was that I discovered what it was like to be with a woman, to be pleasured by a woman, and in truth, I wakened a desire for something more, way more than anything I ever thought possible, and honestly, something that I hoped to indulge in again and again.

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  Story Five

  A board fell from the overhang of the grand porch and bounced off the steps. It barely missed clobbering one of the demolition workers walking back through the arch past the missing front doors to continue the work.

  The producer, a tall, thin guy with blond hair and hipster circular-lensed glasses said, “Oh, crap. I wish we had been rolling. That close call would have been golden.”

  The camera man next to the producer brought the camera lazily up onto his shoulder without starting to film. He shrugged.

  “Jeff?”

  The producer turned his head to eye the couple standing just behind him in the knee high grass of the neglected property. Jane was short, but had big breasts and a round ass in her tight jeans. She had a sultry Polynesian look with tanned skin, almond shaped green eyes, and shoulder length dark hair. Her hair caught and reflected the sunlight with a shimmer. Her nipples showed through her blouse which was gold for getting a little sex snuck into what was a home makeover show for a rather wholesome audience. Even with the clean crowd that was drawn to this type of programming, sex still sold. She was perfect for TV in almost every way.

  Her husband Marvin was a little heavy around the middle. He looked dusty and unkempt. He was the guy that got into the mess and got the work done. That wasn’t bad for TV either. He had tight, curly red hair and his teeth were uneven. Maybe the camera wouldn’t linger on him during his segments.

  “Jane. Marvin,” the producer Jeff said.

  “Call me Marv.”

  Jeff bit his lip and then said, “Okay, Marv. I’m glad you two could come out on short notice like this. You two are just precious.”

  “You’re already demoing the house?” Jane asked.

  Jeff nodded. “Yes, we are on a really tight schedule with this shoot. One of our contestant designers dropped out at the last minute before we had a chance to shoot any of his segments. That bastard really left us in a bind.”

  “Sorry,” Marvin said.

  “Not your fault, Marvin … ugh, Marv.” Jeff pointed down the hill. “Come on, man. We need these shots. You’re second unit. Don’t miss this stuff. Go. Go.”

  Jeff slapped the cameraman’s back and he hustled down the hill still not shooting anything. Jeff shook his head.

  “What do we need to do exactly?” Jane asked.

  “Right.” Jeff wiped sweat off his forehead from above his glasses. “This is an old farmhouse built in 1915 and refurbished in 1957. It has been abandoned since 1998. It sits on thirty acres. It has three floors and a loft. Grand fire place. A balcony. Etc. Reece, the host and the money behind the series, has bought it. The winning designer from this week will spend the next two months remaking the house based on their winning design. In addition to the construction/ design budget, there is a quarter million dollar award. Each week a winner is chosen from the three contestants for each project. The winning designers compete in a season finale to remake Reece’s own mansion with a larger budget and a million dollar bonus. This is week three. We’ll have one segment where you present Reece your ideas. That’s all we need from you. You’ll get ten grand for your appearance even if you’re not chosen.”

  “You’re already doing demo,” Jane said again.

  Jeff shrugged. “This episode was already underway. You are a later than last minute replacement. Normally, we film a walk through. We’ll shoot a couple close-up pick ups of you nodding and looking up at things. We’ll do the voiceover of him doing the walkthrough from the other contestants.”

  Jane shook her head. “I don’t have anything drawn yet. Are we shooting the design presentation today?”

  “We have to,” Jeff said. “We are behind schedule as it is. Just stand in the room Reece is using as an office. You give some general design ideas. We’ll add some cut away animations later. It will look like you did the same prep the other two contestants did. We’ll make you look good. Don’t worry.”

  Jane licked her lips and tilted her head. “How will he know what I really got planned in order to decide if he wants to pick me as a designer?”

  Jeff stared at her for a moment blinking behind his glasses. “Oh … ugh, we have pretty much already picked the winner for this week. There is a German designer with some avante guard rustic design ideas. Unusual stuff. We’ll need you to come back in tomorrow. All three contestants stand together and Reece makes his pick. You and your husband will be together for that shot. You’ll look disappointed, but congratulate the winner. Easy work for ten thousand dollars.”

  “So, the winner has already been chosen?” Jane asked.

  Jeff shrugged. “Well, not officially. Reece really does make the announcement tomorrow and can technically pick whomever he likes. We have to have three contestants though. That’s the format of the show. We appreciate you helping us out in this.”

  Jane sighed and looked away.

  Marv said, “I don’t think I’ve heard of this show yet.”

  Jeff smiled. “It’s brand new. The first episode hasn’t aired yet. A bunch of the old home design shows are going off the air this season, so all those networks are rushing new products into production as quickly as they can. Since Reece can bankroll himself, this show was an easy sell. Million Dollar Design is going to be huge. It’s also going to showcase Reece’s energy efficient building materials and green friendly products. All good stuff for him, the network, and the families that are awarded the houses each week. Really will tug at the heartstrings. Tugging the heartstrings is pure gold with this kind of reality TV.”

  “I can’t wait to watch it,” Marv said.

  Jane rolled her eyes.

  Jeff clapped Marv on the back. “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s get some make-up on you two and we’ll shoot some of those pick ups. Where the hell did my cameraman run off to?”

  As the trio walked down the hill toward the house, Jane said, “I want a fair shake at this.”

  Jeff shrugged. “What do you mean exactly?”

  “If we are contestants,” she explained, “then I want to have the same chance to present designs as everyone else.”

  Jeff pointed at wood blasting out of a wall where workers were knocking out rotten boards. “Watch your step. Let’s go around through the inside and then around back for our first shots.”

  “Lots of space in here,” Marv said as they stepped
inside and he looked up at the high vaulted rafters.

  “It’s a good space,” Jeff agreed. “The family being awarded the house and property will be very happy.”

  “Thirty acres is a lot to maintain,” Marv said.

  Jeff laughed as they stepped back out through the kitchen. “Maybe they can turn it back into a working farm.”

  “Can I look at the kitchen to start getting some ideas together?” Jane asked.

  “In a minute,” Jeff said. “Let me get these shots in the can. Just looking up. Pointing. You can act like you are talking to each other about the house. Stuff like that.”