20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  “Oh! What a brave soul you are.” Cassandra gushed softly and moved closer to him. She placed her hand on his arm and sighed. Her heavy breasts jiggled as she breathed in deeply and exhaled. Gareth squirmed a little, but the sensation of her soft hand on his arm felt like nothing he had ever before.

  “I’m so sorry,” Cassandra whispered again. She dabbed at the blotches of mud and dampness on Gareth’s leggings and vest, her hands gratifyingly probing his youthful firmness with every touch. It seemed to Gareth that her Ladyship was more than pleased to have him there, and it filled his mind with all sorts of naughty thoughts.

  “That’s all right, Lady Van Reagan.” Gareth tried hard to keep his voice steady. He couldn’t believe what was happening. His breathing grew heavier as the voluptuous woman continued groping at him. He could not help getting even more aroused than he was. She was too close to him, closer than any woman had been in his eighteen years of existence. He did nothing to stop her as he felt his cock swell up and strain against the loin wrap under his leggings.

  “This will not do,” Cassandra Van Reagan sighed and her shoulders slouched in feigned resignation. She looked up at him with large moist eyes and made a sad face. Her hands caressed over her own mud-stained corset that barely concealed her huge breasts and she tugged the neckline further down. “We need to get ourselves cleaned proper.”

  “Er, yes…” Gareth stammered and looked at the door. “Maybe I should go home and get cleaned up.”

  “Not on my life, boy!” Cassandra said in a tone that would brook no argument. “You’re not going home all dirtied up and fall ill so your dear mother can come wagging a finger at me.”

  “That is not going to happen…” Gareth blurted but was cut short by Cassandra’s fist balling over the front of his tunic. She dragged him along to the bathroom. He didn’t protest.

  “We will clean up here and then you can go home.” The older woman said and began running a bath. “Take off your soiled clothes and put them in the wash basket, Gareth. I’ll fetch you some fresh clothes once we are clean.”

  “But I haven’t any…” He looked around the lavish bathroom with wonder. “Where are the bath towels, milady?”

  “I have only one and it is for me.” Cassandra smirked as she wrapped the small bath cloth around herself. “And it’s not like I’ve never seen a man naked before. Don’t be shy… you’re a big boy.”

  Gareth blushed as he took off his stained raiment, turning away from her.

  “Put your loin wraps in too, they must be stained as well.” Cassandra said with a small laugh.

  Gareth felt his blood rise, not with shame or fury, but with the rampant excitement of anticipated adventure. Still looking away he stripped off his loin wraps and tossed them into the wash tub. When he turned around Cassandra was facing away from him, naked except for a small towel barely concealing her well rounded curves. She was looking at herself in the large bathroom mirror.

  “All done?” She said. “How lovely! Now come on, let’s get in the bath and clean up.”

  “You mean get in the bath together, milady?” Gareth ventured and his heart began to hammer against his chest at such a wondrous prospect.

  “Of course, silly.” Cassandra feigned irritation “Water is scarce, you know. We should all endeavor to save water as much as we can.” She turned to face him and slipped the small towel off herself and made his heart almost leap out of his mouth. Completely naked she walked up to him.

  Gareth swallowed hard and his eyes roamed frantically from each of her full, bouncy breasts to her fiery red haired mound. Cassandra giggled at his discomfort and seductively swayed her rounded hips. She looked down at his raging erection and feigned surprise. “Oh My! Gareth… what in heaven?”

  Gareth blushed red and covered his painful hard-on with both hands. “I… I… but Lady Van Reagan…”

  “Oh! Don’t hide it.” Cassandra purred seductively. “It’s so beautiful and… so big. I’ve not seen one like so, in a while.”

  “But… but, you’re a married woman…” He protested feebly and allowed her a full view of his throbbing organ.

  “Oh, tosh!” She laughed and licked her full red lips. “My husband never gets that hard when he sees me naked anymore. May I touch it?”

  “Er… I suppose… milady” Gareth felt his temples pounding. This was really happening. Like a dream coming true.

  Gently Cassandra cupped her palm under the warm quivering shaft and let her soft slender fingers curl around from under it. A clear spot of pre-cum on the tip of his blood gorged cock head gleamed like a pearl in the warm light of the fire place. “So hard and warm, just the way I love it.” She breathed. “And rather big for an eighteen year old.”

  “Uh, my thanks… Milady.” Gareth stammered, struggling to hold back the urge to explode all over her.

  But she let his throbbing cock go and slipped into the warm water in the bathtub. “Come on in, let us get the filth and grime off our bodies.”

  Gareth joined her in the tub with all manner of fantastic and lewd thoughts swimming around in his head. He watched her rub soap all over her ripe naked body and his cock strained under the water. He pushed his hips upward, allowing the red hot head of his member stick out of the surface of the bath water. But the Lady Van Reagan didn’t seem to notice his offered cock anymore; instead she just kept on washing herself.

  “Get all that grime and dirt off you, boy.” She looked up at him and said. “Here, take my soap.”

  Gareth left a little confused as he absently applied the soap on his chest and arms. Here he felt certain that the older woman would take him in that alluring journey that every young man dreamt of all his life. But it seemed the Lady Van Reagan was content just to bathe herself and give him an occasional smile.

  After a while she rose up and stepped out of the tub. Wrapping the only towel there around her wet and glistening body, she walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom it was joined to.

  Gareth sat in the tub while she was gone, his erection still throbbing and painful. “What the fuck!” He thought. “Was that it? I’m going to have to beat my meat in this tub thinking of her now? While she’s still naked in the other room… this is typical for me.” He began to stroke his straining cock under the soapy water when he heard her call out.

  “Gareth, come on out, dry up and help me get the fresh clothes ready.”

  “Yes, Lady Van Reagan.” Gareth stepped out of the tub and walked into the bedroom, wet, horny and ready to stick his raging hard on into something warm and soft. “But you’ve got the only towel.”

  When he walked in, Cassandra was on her hands and knees on the floor, the towel still around her, trying to get something out from under the bed. The towel had ridden up her round rump and her pink pussy peeked out invitingly from under it. “Damn, the key to the wardrobe just rolled under the bed.”

  She looked up at him, still on her hands and knees, her hips now curved seductively, wet pussy all the more welcoming. “Can you help me find it, Gareth?”

  Gareth stood quivering with lust, his cock now on the verge of blowing up. “No I can’t help you, Milady. I can’t… you’re teasing me to death. I… I’m going to fuck you instead. Forgive me.” He dropped to his knees behind her, grabbed her plush buttocks and jabbed his rock hard dick at her swollen pussy. The blood gorged cockhead slipped and slithered over Cassandra’s dripping slit, but she held out her hand.

  “No! Stop!” Cassandra cried out. “Not like this… no!”

  “Why are you teasing me so unashamedly, milady?” Gareth almost wept as he pulled back. “I can’t help it!”

  “Look, Gareth!’ Cassandra gasped. “I know I teased you… but this is wrong. We can’t do this… if someone found out, I will be ruined.”

  “But I… I need to… I can’t take this.” Gareth’s eyes brimmed with tears and he noticed a tinge of guilt come over her.

  “Oh, Gareth.” She looked at him with a pained expression. “I couldn’t help
myself, I know I took it a bit too far, but it’s been so long… and you being here has aroused me beyond my control, but this is so wrong.”

  “I don’t mind…” He said, almost begging her. “And there’s no one else here… for miles.”

  The woman looked thoughtful for a while as she chewed her lower lips, with her wide green eyes feasting on the sight of his hard naked cock. He could tell that she wanted it more than anything right then, and he twitched the pulsing organ a few times for her benefit.

  “Aw, fuck everything!” Cassandra finally grinned at him. “I know I want this as much as you do… come on!” She grabbed his jutting cock and led him by it to the bed. Gareth followed meekly, his aching rod feeling some comfort in her warm soft hand. She pushed him down on his back and eagerly stared at his stiff pole sticking upward. “Oh, it’s been a while.” She whispered and began stroking his blood gorged cock slowly. Her hand moved up and down the shaft and Gareth found it more and more difficult with every breath to hold back his impending eruption. As she opened her moist red lips and took in the throbbing head, Gareth felt a surge of electrifying tingles run through him and culminate in his testicles. Cassandra’s soft, thick lips wrapped around the shaft and Gareth grunted, feeling his balls give in to release. His cum shot up and into Cassandra’s hungry mouth like a geyser going off. She gagged and swallowed and gagged again. She pushed back her fiery red hair from her eyes and greedily swallowed his erupting seed. Her sucking intensified and he felt his cock going numb. This woman seemed hell-bent to drain him to the last drop.

  “It really has been a long while since I last had a taste of man juice.” She said as she paused to lick her lips. “And that was almost a lifetime ago.”

  She stroked him harder and clamped her mouth down on him again. Gareth’s cock squirted for a good few minutes more before his stream of cum began to trickle. His young meat stayed hard though and Cassandra looked all the more grateful for it. She continued her lavish oral ministrations on his throbbing organ as she slobbered her saliva mixed with his cum all over the thick shaft and beetroot red head. Her tongue swirled around the smooth knob and Gareth desperately bucked his hips upward, burying more of his rigid flesh into her salivating throat.

  “Oh, good heavens.” Cassandra Van Reagan panted. “That was more than I ever had in my entire life from my husband. My pussy is so hot and wet right now, I want more, farm boy. I want your rock hard plough deep in my furrow.” With that she took her mouth off his still pulsing shaft and crawled over him. The horny woman churned her hips and rubbed her dripping pussy against his rampant cock. She grinned wide, saliva and cum smeared all over her lovely face as her fiery green eyes met his delirious gaze.

  “How was that, lover?” Her husky voice floated into his ear and he could only gasp and swallow hard. As she positioned herself over him and guided the pulsing spear into her soaking wet slit, he felt her soft pendulous breasts press against his chin. She cupped them and pushed the softness up against his face. Her hard nipples probed at his mouth, like delectable cherries they were, ripe and ready to be plucked. “Suck my breasts, Gareth. Take my aching nipples into your mouth.” She moaned chokingly. “Suck them dry and I’ll ride you till your balls retract.”

  Gareth could manage only a muffled response as his mouth opened to stuff in those yielding globes of womanly softness. His hungry lips sucked her taut nipples and his lashing tongue smothered saliva all over them. A strange tingling sensation ran all over his young body as his straining cock was engulfed into a warm and wet tunnel of feminine tenderness. Cassandra moaned and grunted into his ear as her hips churned over him and he rose and bucked his pelvis to match her thrusts.

  “Oh, Come on, Gareth!” Cassandra cried, ‘Fuck me! Fuck my hot pussy! Fuck me, farm boy!”

  “Uh... Yes! Yes... milady!” Gareth managed to grunt through her massive juggs and felt his body tensing up for another rush of an eruption. His young cock had never known of anything like this and got even harder to make the most of it.

  Suddenly there was a loud rap on the front door and Gareth felt a surge of panic come over him. “Don’t mind that…” Cassandra managed between choking gasps. “Don’t stop… just keep fuck... fucking me!”

  “But it... it’s…” He stammered, feeling the blood ebb away from his erection.

  “It’s probably his Lordship!” She told him with indifference.

  “What?” Gareth felt icy chills run down his spine and his cock lost all sensitivity.

  “My loving husband couldn’t care less … but to hell with that… Fuck me! I’m going to… cuh… cuummmmm!”

  What? He was stunned. Her husband was right outside the door and she couldn’t really care. What if he barged right in and found them like this? Gareth would have feared for his life, if only the whole notion of fucking a woman with her husband just a few feet away wasn’t so damn exciting. Then, just at it had manifested over him, the fear of being caught dissipated, and was replaced by a thrill that could only come with the prospect of going over the edge. That was something his dull and drab life had never let him have, and now he could. He embraced the prospect with both hands, just as he was embraced by the wildly aroused woman riding on his cock. And with his fear being flushed by a surge of adrenaline, blood rushed back into his cock, making it swell to its fullest and stretching the Lady Cassandra Van Reagan like she had never been stretched before.

  The sudden rush of resurgence made Cassandra rise up and arch her back over him. She leaning backwards and her body shuddered as her swollen pussy tightened over Gareth’s engorged cock. Her orgasm exploded in violent spasms and her red haired head shook wildly. The sight of her cumming so hard made Gareth explode. He felt his rigid cock get fuller and tighter inside her pussy and he emptied his fertile seed into a woman for the first time in his life. He felt a sensation of euphoria course through him like never before. His hands could never give him the pleasure he felt then and he shivered at the prospect of getting to fuck this woman again and again, for something told him that she would certainly make it so.

  Spent and exhausted, the noble woman fell back in a heap and lay with her shapely legs spread wide before him. Her pussy still throbbed, hot pink and swollen. Gareth’s hot sperm trickled out along with her own love juices and the sight of her spread out before him made Gareth bolder. He crawled over and buried his face into her welcoming muff. Licking and slobbering like a bloodhound, his first taste of a woman, Gareth didn’t care that his own fluids mingled with hers. He was in heaven and he was going make choirs of angels sing for him.

  The sudden sound of the bedroom door opening was missed by the woman writhing in ecstasy but it made Gareth’s blood run cold. He looked up to see the Lord of the Manor standing there looking in. His eyes were hard and cold, and fixed right on him. Gareth’s stomach tightened and felt it would rapidly exit out of his bottom whole. He couldn’t move. His mouth was still buried inside Lady Van Reagan’s red fiery bush. Other footfalls came up the stairway and paused outside the room. Lord Van Reagan’s deep masculine voice addressed the person outside “These are her Ladyship’s rooms, be wary of entering without knocking. And down this way is my study. Stay clear of here and none will find fault with you. The rest of the manor is yours to explore and take good care of.”

  “Yes, your Lordship!” A female voice responded softly. Gareth couldn’t see the young woman who the Lord was talking to, but he guessed she had to be a new maid.

  The Lord Van Reagan shut the door of the bedroom and his footfalls receded. Gareth sat up quickly and looked at the woman he had lost his virginity to. Cassandra Van Reagan lay spread eagled before him, lost in deep slumber with a satisfied smile on her lovely face. Panic gripped him hard. He slid off the bed and reached for the fresh set of clothes she had kept ready for him. It didn’t matter if it were not his size, he hastily put them on.

  He approached the door of the bedroom with silent dread. The Lord would surely be waiting for him outside, probably with a loaded pistol.
He looked around the lavish bedroom for a window to climb out of, but every one of them had iron bars on them. The only way out was through the door. His eighteen year old heart beating faster than it ever did, Gareth gingerly pushed the door open just a little and peered though the crack. He couldn’t see anyone in the hallway. Pushing the door further outward, he stepped through. There wasn’t anyone there but him.

  With one last sorrowful look at the lovely red haired woman asleep in all her naked beauty, Gareth closed the door and walked down the hall, with his back pressed to the wall like a thief in the night. He would never get to be with the wonderful woman again, he was certain. By heaven, he would be fortunate to get out of there with his life. He sneaked down the stairs and hastened his steps toward the front door. The loud crack of a whip made him stop dead in his tracks.

  “Leaving already?” Lord Van Reagan’s deep voice sounded behind him.

  He turned slowly, his blood having turned several times to water and threatening to exit his person through the appendage that had so satisfied the lady of the house. “M-my L-lord?” His voice was a trembling squeak. “I-I… the farm… livestock… needs feeding, my lo-lord.”