20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  “I’m glad you approve and I’ve done my best to go above and beyond.” He was fucking me hard at first and then he slowed down to a crawl. He was continually improving and following the signs of my body to know what was going to turn my crank.

  “I’ve been locked away in a dungeon and you have the key to my prison in your possession.” He stopped all movement and it left me reeling with this empty feeling.

  He stuck his tongue where his cock had just been. It didn’t seem to bother him that he was most likely getting a remnant taste of his own seed. It was quite jarring to my senses to have his tongue inside me and then his cock replacing it. I was constantly flailing in place and gripping onto the table with enough force to break a couple of my nails

  I had always thought of my manicure as something sacred, but the animalistic way he was fucking me was far more important than the perception of others.

  “There is no quit in my vocabulary and I will never give up until you are completely satisfied beyond words. You’re so hot and demanding that I find myself wondering why you are giving me the time of day.” The smacking of our flesh was like a gunshot going off every time we made contact.

  It was a frantic pounding that had us both clamoring to stay in control. The second orgasm stripped me of my defenses. It left me vulnerable while biting on the bottom of my lip. I wrapped my legs around him and pounded my heels against his backside to spur him onto the finish line.

  “You know I want it and it belongs to me. Don’t ever forget that. Look at me and feel how I cinch my legs around you. My eyes convey more than passion and lust. I’m giving you more than enough ammunition, but maybe you need something a little extra.” I raked my nails along his neck and stuffed my tongue into his mouth to tickle the top of his mouth.

  He became unglued, moaning until the cork came off the bottle of his excitement. It was a gusher and I felt the tidal wave of his excitement exiting the top of the head. It happened several times in rapid succession. I held on for one final jerking motion of his hips.

  My thighs were quivering and his breath was short. There was no accounting for the other men who had tried to ruin it for him. I was lucky that he persevered and didn’t allow my indecision to play a part. I was pretty much weak at the knees. I was stunned to learn of our special connection.

  “I don’t even have the words, Erica. I was wrong and I want you to know marriage is no longer off the table. I could definitely see myself making the sacrifice to run headlong into matrimony.” I could tell there was no conviction behind his words and I was satisfied there was a commitment in our future.

  “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. A piece of paper is nothing compared to the way you look at me. You are the love of my life and I don’t want to ruin that over something petty. This is the kind of undying love that people dream about.” We adjourned to the bedroom and he proved up to the task of bringing the woman out of me too many times count.

  I found myself quitting my job and investing in a 50% partnership in his business. I was good at marketing and I made this art form a growing concern.

  I also had a growing concern in my belly after a few months of being together. It was a strange way to find the one, but I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

  Story Ten

  Chapter One

  I was home on holiday break and enjoying the leering glances of the neighbor husband’s. I loved to flaunt what God gave me by running in skimpy outfits early in the morning. It gave me a thrill to have them undress me with their eyes. I had no idea how far I was willing to go. It was a matter of letting my body talk for me.

  My long blond hair was secured in pigtails. I was giving off this innocent vibe. There was really nothing innocent about me. I had already been with five different guys in the span of two years. When I turned 18 and moved away to college it gave me the freedom to express myself physically. There were no restrictions.

  “I don’t mind saying you have grown up to be a very beautiful young woman.” Nicholas was not exactly shy about showing his affections.

  “I doubt your wife would love hearing you talk to me like this.” I wasn’t saying he couldn’t, but I was letting him know I knew the wedding ring around his finger was cutting off the circulation to his brain.

  “What she doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her. It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong by talking. Just because I look doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen.” The black spandex top was not exactly hiding my endowment. There weren’t many things I wore that didn’t see me coming into the room chest first.

  “It’s dangerous to tease me.” I sprinted forward with my backside on display in the tight red shorts.

  I had nothing on underneath them and it was rather enticing to have him follow me like a puppy dog on a leash.

  “I don’t see what’s dangerous about it. I admire the woman you have become. I remember when you were a little girl and skinned your knee after falling off the bicycle. I was there with a first aid kit, but I would rather show you a different side of my bedside manner.” My purple shoes pounded against the pavement. I suddenly turned and went into a path leading down to the beach.

  I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I heard his labored breathing labored behind me. I had to slow down to give him a moment to catch his breath. He wasn’t exactly dressed to run long distances.

  “I appreciate the compliment, but your remarks could be construed as inappropriate. I would be very careful to know your audience.” I went through the trees with the different colored leaves barely hanging on after a harsh fall in New Hampshire.

  “I don’t see you pushing me away. I must be doing something right.” I could hear the water lapping against the shore and the ocean spray was soon a reminder that summer was still a few months away.

  “I’m curious to see how far you are willing to take this.” I came to a halt, bent at the waist with my hands on my knees.

  My day perked up when he put his hands on my hips and began to push up against me. It was barely 6:00 AM and most people were still snug in their beds at this hour.

  He was nicely tanned and had just returned from Puerto Rico on vacation with his wife. His hair was tinged with a bit of gray, but it only made him look a little more distinguished.

  I was barely 5’2, 115 pounds with Emerald green eyes like a cat stalking her prey. I had no problem attracting the opposite sex. I learned the tricks of the trade by watching those at college a little more promiscuous.

  “Talking is one thing and touching is another. A man like you should know the distinction between the two. I do admit what you have in your possession is of interest to me. I have been thinking about doing some babysitting while I’m on holiday break from college. Do you think that you would be in need of my services?” I was dipping my toe into the water without coming out and saying the naughty things I had in my mind.

  “I could be persuaded to give you a chance. I might even be willing to give you a bonus for a ‘job’ well done. Give me one good reason why I should change babysitters.” I could read between the lines and I pushed back against him to feel his raging libido.

  “I’m sure that I can be pretty damn persuasive if given the proper incentive. What would the job pay and remember I’m not your normal 16-year-old babysitter. I’m a full grown woman who needs extra cash for the holidays.” He was over 6 feet tall, 50 years old and didn’t look older than 30.

  His collegiate run in football gave him muscles to admire from afar when he was watching his car in only a tee shirt and a pair of tight-fitting jeans. His shoulders were huge. His wife Jessica was one lucky girl to have him waiting for her at the end of the day.

  “I did mention there was going to be a massive bonus.” He was referring to his package and I was reasonably certain it was well over 9-inches.

  “I have no problem mixing business with pleasure.” I proved my point by spinning around and facing him.

  “I get this feeling like
I’m going to be glad to have you home.” I wasn’t exactly subtle by how I stuck my hand down the front of his shorts.

  “I would say my holidays are looking up. It appears you have something to give me for an early Christmas present.” I didn’t even bother looking around to see if we were making a spectacle of ourselves.

  “Payton, you do make me glad to be alive.” I had no idea what kind of sex life he had with his wife or if he had something on the side. It didn’t matter.

  I was stroking the length of his member with one hand and then I made room for the other one. I was using two hands to pleasure him. It wasn’t long before I felt the telltale sign of his arousal at the tip. I pulled his shorts away from his body to look down at his well-proportioned anatomy.

  “I do like to get my hands dirty and apparently, sticky at the same time.” I pulled the string from the head to my quivering lip.

  “This is a good way for you to get the job.” There was one job in particular which was going to feel better with me on my knees.

  I dropped unceremoniously in front of him, taking a hold of his shorts and dragging them down along his chiseled physique. They were around his ankles. He was ramrod stiff and delicious looking. This was a Christmas feast better than any Turkey I was going to get from the family.

  “I hope you can contain yourself. I like to enjoy a long and time-consuming exploration of your body. This part of your anatomy is exactly what I have been waiting for to sink my teeth into.” I took a hold of him and studied the thick and demanding shaft.

  “I’ve always wondered what it would be like.” I was blowing warm air on his over-inflated glands.

  “There’s no reason to wonder any longer. Just don’t be surprised at how easily you will become my sexual puppet. I have this funny way of making men do my bidding. You can still walk away, but I know you won’t.” It was large and imposing with a winking eye on top already dripping his excitement.

  I was sharing with him my expertise and my many hours of perfecting my technique. I inhaled the knob. I was applying enough suction to have no problem dragging the rest of those inches across the surface of my fluttering tongue. This was a mutual exchange of sexual pleasures. I had found going down on a guy was a good way to spark my libido.

  “It’s pretty damn risky to do this no more than a block away from my house. It’s going to be even riskier when we do it on the bed I share with my wife.” He was standing in profile with his hands holding onto my pigtails. It was a wild world with many delights of the male persuasion to satisfy my sweet tooth.

  I buried him in my throat and swallowed several times to see his wide-eyed expression of sexual desire. I let my lips slide back up to the head where I could concentrate my tongue on the mushroom shape. I knew exactly what to do to make him respond in kind.

  His masculine scent had me reeling and my hand was no longer still. I made sure to undo the snap to my shorts and sneak my fingers to where I was already soaking wet. The lips were slick to the touch. I easily penetrated up to the first knuckle with my index finger.

  I made sure to watch his reaction and how his body responded to certain stimuli. Grazing his balls with my fingernails made him jump. His cock jerked and spurted one long line of sweet cream to the back of my mouth. He was rather surprised, but I knew exactly what I was doing. I’d seen the same result many times in the past. I was no stranger to picking up on the cues.

  “I haven’t had someone go down on me like this… I really don’t remember the last time.” I felt that he was deserving of a blast from his past.

  It was interesting how he said someone instead of a woman. It was a slip of the tongue meant to encourage me to think of him getting in touch with his bisexuality.

  The very idea of him being with another man fed me an adrenaline rush of hungry determination. I picked up the pace and was using my one free hand to stroke him at the same time. He was breathing erratically and all the blood had rushed to his lower extremities.

  “I can’t do this… I can’t hold back any longer.” I could see the break in his resolve and the slight lurch of his hips had me aware of what was going to happen next.

  The vein was throbbing and the head swelled two times its size. His masculine hands held me firmly by the shoulders. He grunted with several jets of his creamy discharge trying to drown me. I kept up with the demand. It was an effort, but I had been down this road a few times to know what I was getting myself into.

  I left him standing there with thoughts of what I would do the next time we met underneath his roof. I was smiling from ear to ear. I had a feeling my financial hardship was coming to an end.

  Chapter Two

  My parents were away until Christmas Eve on a well-deserved vacation to the Bahamas. They were both lawyers and had spent most of their lives in the courtroom. The photos of our family showed the love and respect we had for one another. I had to believe being an only child made me act out.

  Nicholas was waiting for me and I had already received calls from three other families. It appeared Nicholas wasn’t able to keep his mouth shut about what happened on the beach. He had shared the vivid details with his friends. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about him speaking out of turn. I had to decide on a suitable punishment for his loose lips.

  I had a few supplies in my knapsack over my shoulder. I knocked on the door. The suspicious eye of Jessica was standing in an evening gown leaving little to the imagination.

  “I don’t know what you said to get this job, but you must’ve been pretty damn persuasive. Payton, Johnny is upstairs playing video games. You probably won’t hear from him the entire night leaving you to have the run of the place.” I thought it best to wear something sensible without being revealing.

  The jeans were painted on my body. It would take the Jaws of Life to get out of them. I had on a thin white shirt with a cumbersome bra underneath to keep my boulders in place. There was another denim shirt over that. It was buttoned all the way to the top.

  “Where’s Nicholas?” He was mysteriously absent and a taxi was rolling up to the curb.

  “He’s not going to be joining me this evening. He had some unfinished work to do at the office. Tonight, I’m going solo to my Christmas party and I’m going to use this time to let my hair down.” She grabbed her colorful wrap from the door and laid it over her shoulders.

  The taxi was barely out of sight when I felt someone behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin. I was jostled and somewhat startled by the appearance of Nicholas.

  “I’ve been waiting three days to get you alone. I’ve been reliving the moment on the beach like an obscene movie playing in my head. I parked down the road at a friend’s house. I had no interest in being her trophy husband for the evening.” I felt something nudging me from behind and I turned to find him completely naked.

  “I don’t suppose you have given any consideration to what would happen if Johnny came downstairs.” He was poking me with the dynamite between his legs. There was no hindering my vision from seeing him from the top of his head down to his toes.

  “I’m way ahead of you. I gave him permission to go to a party. He snuck out the window about 20-minutes ago. It leaves us to continue what we started on the beach.” He extinguished the lights.

  My hand went to my mouth in surprise by the neon green cock ring around the base of his equipment.

  “I can honestly say I’ve never had any man use one of those on me. You have my curiosity piqued.” I grabbed onto him with the purpose of taking him upstairs and putting his marriage bed to the test.

  He stood like stone in place by the door until I heard the light knocking. I was a little perplexed, but he didn’t seem the least bit put off by having a visitor at this time of night.

  He opened the door and standing there a little nervous wearing a trench coat was Anthony Pearson. The light over the door was off and his invitation to join us must’ve got lost in my mail.

  I was about to say something, but he revealed himself by pull
ing the trench coat wide open. He was also wearing a neon cock ring, but this one was in the color red. They were waiting to see how I was going to respond. I was ready to surrender the candy lips of my sex to them.

  “I wasn’t expecting this, but the more the merrier.” The pillows upstairs on his bed were going to have a permanent imprint of my face plastered on it.

  I grabbed the both of them. It felt nasty to have two in the palm of my hand. They followed with no visible will of their own. The door was locked and what was going to happen behind closed doors was nobody’s business.

  The master bedroom had sheets draping the bed in 100% Egyptian cotton. I stood while their hands worked in unison to take off my denim shirt. I raised my arms and they pulled the top up and over my head.

  “I thought Nicholas was exaggerating, but seeing is believing.” Anthony easily flicked open the clasp on my bra until it was lying on the floor at my feet. I didn’t try to hide my natural attributes from their greedy little eyes.