20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  “I perfectly understand where you’re coming from. I would probably feel the same way in your shoes. I have no excuse for my behavior. The only thing I can say is that sometimes my desires get the best of me.” Anthony’s legs were dangling over the side of the coffee table securely fastened by ropes. The knots would have made a sailor quite proud of the accomplishment.

  “Neither one of you are going anywhere until he blows. I will warn you that I take a dim view of you enjoying this. It means in layman’s terms that you better not think about climaxing. That will be the final straw that broke the camel’s back.” It was an interesting dilemma and one that I was going to have to tread carefully.

  “I don’t know how you intend to stop me, but I’m not sure I want to know.” I took his pocket rocket in my hand and stroked it to see the bubble of enthusiasm coming over the top.

  “I failed to mention we were rather rough with him before you arrived. He has already gone off three times in the past hour. You have your work cut out for you. You should have heard him whining like a girl.” It did explain the taste of pussy on his man Popsicle.

  His balls were deflated and his excitement level had gone down considerably. He was still quite useful with the straps they had used to tie around his shaft and balls. The balloon shape of his knob was changing color before my eyes.

  I buried him in my throat and didn’t come up for air for 30-seconds. This was my chance to show them what their men were missing. I was giving them pointers on how to satisfy to prevent their men from straying to another.

  “Move out of the way. I’ve never been able to deepthroat and I would like to learn.” I was in no position to complain or argue against teaching Tiffany what she needed to know.

  “The main thing to remember is to breathe through your nose. The gag reflex is hard to overcome, but with practice, it will become easier. Some guys actually like hearing their women struggle to take it all. Others are more content to see their member disappear. I don’t know what they feel when it’s in my throat, but their expression is hard to forget.” Tiffany went down as far as she could and stopped.

  I was already in hot water anyway and I figured nothing more I could do was going to make it any worse. Taking a hold of her hair, I pushed her down with her eyes pleading with me to stop.

  “Don’t fight it and let it happen.” I fed her a heaping help of a thick piece of meat and she managed to do what I had done for him.

  She came back up gasping for air and I took over where she relented. I pounded my face into his lap at least a dozen times before she made me take it back out. She was competing with me and finding this need to be better than anyone else Anthony had been with.

  “I do believe I’m getting the hang of this. This doesn’t forgive what you did, but it’s a good start. I have another request and it might seem unreasonable. I’ve never been able to do anything anal.” I heard a telltale moan from across the room and looked over to see Jessica spread eagle like a gymnast on the couch.

  “I will show you, but it’s not going to be easy for someone who hasn’t done it before. You’re going to need a lot of lubrication.” Tiffany produced this warming massage oil which heated upon contact with the skin.

  She opened the bottle and poured it over the entire length of his cock. We both massaged it into his skin until it was glistening in the overhead light. I got up and hovered over him until Tiffany’s insistent fingers were pushing on my shoulders. I was trying to do it gently, but she was not having any of it.

  The scream perpetrated by his cock plunging deep into my ass was loud enough to rattle the panes of glass in the living room. All of my breath was taken from me in one long wail of pain and pleasure.

  “You gave me the impression you have done this before. What the hell are you screaming for?” She was smiling wickedly like she knew exactly what she was doing.

  “I have done this before, but not without necessary foreplay. I do feel the warm touch of the oil inside me.” Anthony wasn’t going anywhere and was mainly a toy for three women.

  The invasion was sudden, but the pain subsided after getting into a rhythm. I was biting my bottom lip and trying my best to be a good girl. It wasn’t easy with the distinct possibility of an anal induced orgasm around the corner. I could’ve gotten off, but I had the presence of mind not to.

  My legs were literally shaking with my feet wobbling in the heels I was wearing. I stood with my body flush and my skin burning up from the inside out.

  “I won’t be as sadistic as you. A little more oil wouldn’t hurt.” His knob was pulsing and more of his white hot seed was making its way out of the confines of his balls.

  I used both hands to massage it into his skin and then stood back with my hand motioning for Tiffany to take my place. She looked nervous in the face of the reality of what was going to happen.

  “I might have to reconsider this.” She was using the strength of her thighs and her blood red nails digging into his chest to keep in the perfect position.

  “I don’t want you to look back and think you didn’t do everything you could to save your marriage.” Her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her panties pulled to the side. She was completely dressed. It made it that much more erotic.

  The massage oil covered the entire thing and I made sure to hold it. She sank into it slowly and was breathing heavily the entire time. The knob finally popped past any resistance. The tight ring of her asshole was soon pulling him in on the friction of her anal cherry.

  He was groaning and she was slapping his chest with this very intense pain in her eyes. It took almost 5-minutes to sit astride him with not one inch spared. She was soon moving. I was enhancing her pleasure by pinching her nipples and biting her neck at the same time.

  It wasn’t long before he was biting into the ball gag and shooting what had built up inside of him. I was impressed with how she was willing to try something different. The look on her face when she came made me see this wasn’t the last time she was going to let him ride the dark passage.

  I made them a promise to keep away from their husbands unless they were to invite me into their bedroom.

  There were others in the neighborhood with a target between their legs. I had barely scratched the surface of teaching these housewives a thing or two.

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  Story Eleven

  Chapter 1

  Carolyn was hurrying out the back door of her spacious bungalow. She had just seen a man heading into the pool house. She had grabbed her baseball bat and she was running to investigate. She was so distracted that she forgot about the little lip on the French doors that opened out into the back patio.

  “Oooof!”

  “Are you okay, Mrs. Robbins?” Zack came running to help his next door neighbor up off the ground. Carolyn had really only hurt her pride, but she felt especially silly when she realized the identity of her burglar.

  “How are you, Zack?” Carolyn tried to rebound from her fall. She had asked Zack’s mother if he would look after the pool when he got home from college. “You’ve grown a lot since the last time you were in town.”

  As Carolyn got back to her feet, she saw that Zack had taken off his shirt. Not only had he grown, but he had added a lot of muscle to his skinny frame. Zack muscles all seemed to be flexing as he moved toward Carolyn.

  “Yeah, I keep meaning to get back here, but college has been a whirlwind for me,” Zack had lived next to Carolyn for most of his life, but he had never talked to her so confidently.

  Zack had spent the last two years at college and the summers travelling through Europe, and he didn’t look like the awkward young man that used to peek at Carolyn th
rough the fence. She remembered catching him one day. As she looked over his new finely tuned physique, Carolyn wondered how differently that day might’ve played out with this version of Zack standing on the other side of the fence.

  “So you’ve been working out, I see,” Carolyn asked as Zack finished talking about his trips through Europe. Carolyn had to change the subject; she had been too distracted to pay attention to his stories.

  “Yeah,” Zack said as he flexed his bicep a bit. “I got into a battle with depression during my first year at college and I was told that an exercise routine could help me get out of my funk.”

  “I love funk,” Carolyn said as she stared at the muscle. “I’m sorry,” the older woman laughed. “I’m having a hard time paying attention right now. I forgot you were coming over today, and then I didn’t recognize you. I’m going to go sit down.”

  “Sure,” Zack said as he walked back toward the pool house.

  “Oh, Zack,” Carolyn shouted as she jumped back toward him. “The pool cleaning stuff is in the garage now. I had to start renting the pool house this year after Harold took me back to court.”

  Carolyn had just started renting the pool house out, and she was worried about her future income. The current tenant had only signed on until September when she was heading back to school. Carolyn had been searching for a while to find a tenant, and she was going to have to go through that process again soon.

  “I heard about that, I was sorry to hear about you guys splitting,” Zack sighed. “But after I heard about how Mr. Robbins was treating you…well, maybe it’s for the best.”

  “It is what it is,” Carolyn shrugged. “We both had our problems.”

  Zack headed off to the garage and Carolyn went over to see her friend Gloria. Carolyn needed ice for her head and Gloria was a big part of the reason that there was no ice in the house. The friends had enjoyed several daiquiris in the late afternoon and into the evening, but Gloria had never mentioned that her son was home.

  Carolyn walked right in through Gloria’s side door. It led right into the kitchen. Carolyn grabbed an icepack from the fridge and started soothing her head. Gloria walked into the room and mumbled a greeting. She poured her neighbor a cup of coffee and they sat down at the kitchen table.

  “Well, he got in early this morning,” Gloria sighed as she answered her friend’s accusations. “He is a lot bigger than he used to be.”

  “You could’ve shown me a picture of him at least,” Carolyn groaned as she held the cold icepack to her head. “I thought I was under attack.”

  “I can’t believe you were going to take on a burglar,” Gloria laughed as she thought about her friend trying to fight off an intruder. Carolyn had always kept herself in good shape, but she was not a fighter. She was afraid to send food back in a restaurant. Physical confrontation was not something she generally did. “You’re 47 for god’s sake, call the police.”

  “That sounds so old, stop saying that,” Carolyn chastised her friend.

  “You’re right, we’re both 29,” Gloria laughed. They were both in amazing shape. Carolyn and Gloria kept each other in great shape. They were workout buddies, but because they were next door neighbors they kept each other honest, and helped the other stick to the diets they tried.

  The result of this work was two women in their forties who still looked like they were in their thirties. It was hard work, but they loved each other, and both genuinely enjoyed the other’s company. They were rarely apart, especially after Carolyn’s divorce. The two divorced ladies spent a lot of time together.

  The women continued to gossip about the neighborhood. The Potts, who lived down the road, they were getting a divorce. Marcy had slept with Steve’s boss. There was drama on the other side of the road too. The Barnaby twins were going to jail for robbing a bank, or petty larceny, the stories seemed to conflict.

  Normally Carolyn lived for these stories. She loved hearing about what was going on down Manchurian Avenue. Today, however, Carolyn’s mind and her eyes kept wandering back over to her pool, and the shirtless man who was skimming out the leaves.

  “Carolyn!” Gloria gasped.

  “What?”

  “Are you staring at Zack?” Gloria laughed at her friend. “He’s less than half your age.”

  “I told you,” Carolyn tried to defend herself. “I hit my head. I might have a concussion.” The two friends laughed it off, but Carolyn could already feel that there was going to be a problem. Maybe it was that it was so wrong, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the young man.

  She finished her coffee, and told Gloria she was going for her run. She always took a run. This wasn’t out of the ordinary. She headed back home to go get ready.

  Chapter 2

  Zack waved to Mrs. Robbins as she headed off on her run. He was glad that she was recovering nicely from her fall earlier. He watched the older woman as she jogged out of the gate. She had been a part of many of Zack’s fantasies. Zack used to volunteer to help out with the Robbins pool and yard just to sneak candid peeks at Carolyn Robbins.

  Zack was more worldly now, he had been with girls all over the world. However, as he ran the skimmer through the pool he couldn’t help thinking back to high school, and watching Mrs. Robbins in her red bikini. It was still a favorite memory for the young man.

  “You’re the pool boy?” The voice took Zack by surprise.

  “Ye…yes,” Zack said as he turned to see the pretty brunette coming out of the pool house. “I’m your neighbor, Zack.”

  “Hi, neighbor Zack,” the woman teased. “I’m Lexi. Carolyn told me it was going to be a skinny little neighbor boy.”

  “That’s me,” Zack shrugged as he looked Lexi over. She was dressed in a black one piece. She had a girl next door vibe, and her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She had thick black rims on her glasses. “Mrs. Robbins hasn’t seen me in a few years.”

  “You’re all grown up,” Lexi tried to keep in a laugh but it erupted anyway. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why but that sounded awkward. I am better at writing out my thoughts, I likely shouldn’t talk to people.”

  “I never say the right things too.” Zack laughed as he tried to commiserate with Lexi.

  “Really, what do you need to worry about?” Lexi said as she pointed to Zack’s toned upper body. “You look like the guy who posed for all of those Greek statues.

  “Why don’t you have dinner with me tonight?” Zack was looking at the pool as he spoke. “I promise I will be putting my foot in my mouth all night.”

  “So you’re flexible too, huh?” Lexi was trying to make a joke, but Zack was still waiting for the answer to his question and he missed the punch line. He just looked at her like a wounded puppy. “I meant that you would need to be flexible to get your foot in your mouth…but…I mean, I don’t know why I do this, and it isn’t funny if you explain it. Ah, yes, yes, let’s do it…ah…have dinner I mean…not it in the other sense. I’m running away before I sound even dumber than I just did.”

  Zack was still laughing as the door to the pool house closed behind Lexi. He went back to skimming the leaves and started thinking about how the two of them might spend their night. Zack had dreaded coming back home, but he had promised his mother that he would visit this summer. It was only his first day in town and things were already looking up.

  Carolyn was trying to focus on her running. Normally after the first 500 yards, Carolyn got into a rhythm and then the world around her started to slow down. She loved her runner’s high. Today Carolyn was having trouble finding her rhythm and she couldn’t go very far before giving up entirely.

  She walked back to the house in defeat and went in the front door. She didn’t want to go near the pool and start ogling her friend’s son again. She closed the heavy front door behind her and headed right for the shower.

  Carolyn slowly took off her running top. The tight fabric released her heavy breasts and the cool air immediately sent chills through her. She pulled the yoga p
ants down and enjoyed the stretch as she took her hands low to the ground. Her body had not been cooperating during her run, but it seemed very receptive now.

  She looked at her body in the mirror and she imagined Zack looking at her body. Her hands came to her breasts and she grabbed them playfully. At first she was making fun of herself for feeling this way. She wanted to pretend that she was being silly. However as soon as she touched the soft flesh, she couldn’t stop.

  “Oooo, oh,” she moaned as she played with her nipples. Carolyn was watching her breasts in the mirror. How could anyone not want to touch her breasts? She wondered to herself. She got into the shower to muffle the sounds that were already coming out of her.