20 Hotwife Erotica Stories

by J K Chubbs

  They set the frame up in the master bedroom and Hank set the box spring and mattress on himself.

  Missy said, “The headboard is up near the front of the truck. We’ll have to get it on once the truck is emptied.”

  “Will do,” Hank said.

  Ralph pointed to the bed. “Try it out, baby. See if we have it sturdy.”

  She crawled up with her back arched and her ass flared out for both men to see. Her shorts rode up higher giving a preview of her ass cheeks. She bounced on the center of the bed on her hands and knees pumping her ass and shaking her tits under her in the process. She flipped over on her back with her legs spread. She faced Hank more than her husband as Hank stared at the strip of denim that barely covered her pussy. He saw no hint of panties. She rocked her hips making the bed shift and squeak. Her tits bounced for Hank to see.

  “I can tighten those bolts and maybe take out some of the squeak.” Ralph knelt down and looked under the bed.

  Missy kept bouncing her tits on her back looking up at Hank. “Why would you want less, Ralph? I like that noise. Don’t you, Hank?”

  “I like to hear a bed squeak from time to time,” Hank said.

  Ralph laughed and stood back up. He headed for the door. “Let’s get the rest before we’re spent.”

  Missy held out her hand. Hank stared for a moment before taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. She bobbed a little before bumping into Hank.

  She smiled and said, “Thanks for your help breaking in the bed.”

  Hank cleared his throat and stepped away. “Sure. No problem.”

  They hauled in the rest of the furniture in off the truck including the headboard and Ralph’s little tool box. Their couches were nicer than Hank’s, but not by much. He wondered who would get them, if this couple ended up divorced one day.

  Missy opened the refrigerator and pulled out three cold beer bottles. She used her shirt to twist up around the bottle caps. She showed her tight stomach and most of her tits. As she opened the second bottle, Ralph said, “None for me yet. I need to run back and get the rest of the boxes before the day is over and we get locked out of the old place. Stay and enjoy your beer, Hank. I promise not to make you move any more boxes when I get back.”

  Missy put the third bottle back unopened. Then, she clinked the mouth of her bottle against Hanks before she took a deep swallow. Hank watched her tip her head back and her throat work as she sucked down the beer.

  “I should be getting back,” Hank said. “Thanks for the beer.”

  “No, thank you for your help,” Ralph said.

  “Don’t rush off,” Missy said touching Hank’s arm. “Enjoy your beer. You can watch me get the TV hooked up and then we can watch a game.”

  Ralph headed toward the door with his back to Hank and Missy. “Yeah, relax, Hank. Our house is your house. I’ll grab a pizza later maybe.”

  Hank rolled his eyes. “I’ll hang out a while. Don’t worry about a pizza though. I’m good.”

  Ralph stepped out and Hank heard the truck start. The ramp dragged the driveway. Hank gritted his teeth and headed to the door. Missy grabbed Hank’s arm and stopped him. “Let him figure it out. He’ll be embarrassed if you have to go out and rescue him again.”

  Hank looked back at her and smiled. “Did I overstep my bounds? I wasn’t trying to emasculate him in front of his wife.”

  Missy shook her head bouncing her blond curls around her face. “No, you were a big help. Don’t worry about it. Just let him get this one on his own. I’ll find another job for you to do.”

  Hank turned to face her. She still had her hand on his arm. The ramp rattled back into place and the latch gave a pop. Ralph let out a yelp. Hank assumed the man had caught his finger a little, but Hank didn’t move to check this time. The engine revved and the truck raddled out of the driveway. There were a couple loud slams as it went over the curb and then roared up the street. Hank thought it sounded like Ralph had left the back door on the truck up.

  “I thought my only job now was to relax.” Hank took a deep swallow from his beer. It was a cheap domestic, but it wasn’t the worst. It was good for free. It was good after a day of lifting.

  “That is your job.” She set her bottle aside on the shelf of the cabinet they had moved in earlier. She still had her hand on his arm. “Anything I can do to help you with that job, Hank?”

  Hank took another deep swallow. She took the beer out of his hand and set it on the counter behind her. As she stretched and turned, her tits stood out against the material of her shirt.

  Hank cleared his throat. “Nothing I can think of off hand, no.”

  She smiled and winked. “A mature stud like you has to have lots of good ideas, Hank.”

  Hank tilted his head. “Is mature a nice way of calling me old?”

  “Maybe experienced,” she said. “Worldly? I’m sure you know a thing or two you could show nice, young woman like me.”

  “Nothing that we can do in the time Ralph will be gone,” Hank said.

  “Ralph is a slow driver.” Missy moved her hand down and closed it over Hank’s crotch. He did not realize how hard he had grown until he was clutched in her hand through the front of his jeans. “We both deserve a little break.”

  “I’m not looking for trouble with my neighbors,” Hank said.

  “You’ve been looking at my tits all day,” she said. “How about you just give them a feel and see what you’ll be missing, if you say no.”

  Hank gritted his teeth aware that she was beginning to stroke his cock through his jeans. He’d never forgive himself if he passed up on giving her tits a grab when they were offered up like that. His hands were moving before he had fully decided what he was doing. Hank grabbed a tit in each hand. They were so soft under her tee shirt and he could feel her nipples hardening as he squeezed and rubbed her tits.

  She unzipped his jeans and slid her hand along his stomach down into his boxers. She had plenty of room to wrap up his cock in her fingers. She took long, slow strokes from the base to the head and back down. Hank knew at that point he was going to go as far as young Missy was willing to let him go.

  She smiled and said, “Skin to skin feels so much better, doesn’t it?”

  “No argument here,” Hank said.

  “Give it a try,” she said and nodded down to where he had hold of her tits.

  Hank grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up until her beautiful, big tits and pink nipples were finally exposed. He did not pull her shirt off or over her arms because he did not want to break contact between her hand and his cock. Hank grabbed her bared tits and squeezed them. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.

  She licked her lips and slid her other hand around his waist band pushing his jeans and boxers down past his cock and ass. She gave his ass a squeeze reaching around behind him as she continued to stroke his cock. She came back around and cupped his balls stroking and pulling them in her hand gently.

  “Damn, your cock is so big,” she said. “I knew I needed your tool to get the job done. I’ve been saying so all day.”

  “I noticed,” Hank said. “And you’ve been shaking that ass all day driving me crazy too. No fair that you get to grab my ass leaving that piece of art covered up in those shorts.”

  “I don’t want to be unfair,” she said still working his cock. “Help yourself. Our house is your house.”

  He unbuttoned her shorts to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties. Where did Ralph find this woman? Hank slid her shorts down her thighs. He reached around and squeezed the nice round curves of her ass cheeks. She turned at her waist to give him a better view of what he was touching. It was one of the finest, plumpest asses he had ever seen much less touched. As he squeezed it, he would lift it and drop it just to watch it shake and jiggle.

  His fingers slipped up underneath between her legs and he was surprised to feel how warm and wet her pussy already was. It was shaved smooth – probably waxed. It was tight as he slid two fingers inside and
she hummed with pleasure. Missy arched her back to give him better access. Underneath her perfect ass, he could see her pussy lips and his fingers as he worked up and down her clit and slit.

  Hank usually let the women he brought home go down on him first. He was sure if he waited that Missy would do the same thing. She was practically begging him to give her his cock, but something came over him. He knelt down behind her pulling his cock out of her hand. Hank spread her cheeks and realized her ass was more glorious up close than it was from an angle. She grabbed hold of the kitchen table Hank had carried in and bent over for him. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and licked up and down over her clit and penetrated her with his tongue without pulling her shorts any farther down her legs. He marveled at how tight her pussy was. Ralph had not managed to stretch her very much and Hank was looking forward to burying his ten inch cock into her where his tongue was now exploring. He must have been giving it to her good because she started moaning and grinding her hips. Hank let her rub against his nose, mouth, and chin with each stroke as he continued to lick her. She gave a loud groan and held onto the table with both hands as she shook. Hank continued to lick rapidly around her clit until her muscles relaxed again.

  She pulled her beautiful ass and pussy away from his face and turned around to face him with her tits and shaved pussy exposed to him. Missy said, “Stand up. I want that fat cock in my mouth right now.”

  As Hank stood up with his cock and balls hanging out over his open jeans, Missy knelt down making her luscious tits bounce. She took hold of Hank’s cock and licked around the head. She took long, wet strokes painting up and down the shaft along all ten inches on every side. She sucked on his balls with enthusiasm looking up at him around his hard cock with her impossibly blue eyes. It made him want to cum all over her face. She licked her way back up and took him into her mouth. She went down a few inches and came back off coughing and gagging.

  “Are you okay?” Hank asked.

  “Yes, I can do this,” she said.

  Missy went back down on his cock taking half of him into her mouth. She opened her lips wide and her eyes watered. Missy coughed again and pulled back off. She spit on his cock and stroked his slick cock in her fist as she gasped for air.

  “We can do something else.” Hank offered.

  “No, I got it,” Missy said. “You’re just bigger than I’m used to. I can do this. I want to.”

  She went back down on him and coughed again, but kept going. A strange noise came from her throat, but then she went balls deep on him and held it with her nose against his stomach. Her eyes watered like she was crying with his cock buried in her throat. He felt her tears fall off her chin and cheeks and land on his balls. She came back up, but then went back down balls deep again. As she pumped her mouth up and down the length of his cock fucking him with her lips, she started working her tongue underneath him.

  He felt her throat relax and accept his cock as her mouth and throat conformed to the shape and length of his cock. He felt the slick stimulation down his full length from head to balls as she fucked him with her mouth. Missy started twisting her head back and forth as she went up and down on him.

  “Oh, God,” Hank said. “You’re about to make me cum down your throat.”

  She pulled off of him and coughed again before she said, “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

  Missy stood up and turned around holding onto the kitchen table. She bent over again and arched her back. Hank held his cock as he took in the glorious view of her ass again as well as her pussy lips from between her legs from behind.

  She turned her head flipping her curls over her shoulder looking at him with those blue eyes again. Hank had a perfect view of ass, pussy, hanging tit, and her glowing face. It was like he was being asked to fuck a work of art. Having her shorts pulled down just past her ass and her shirt pulled up just for the purpose of showing her tits somehow made this all dirtier and hotter.

  If fat velvet Elvis could see me now, he thought.

  Missy said, “Fuck me, Hank. Fill my pussy up and stretch me out with a real man’s cock for the first time in forever. Please, fuck me now. Give it to me.”

  Hank walked up behind her with his cock in hand. He reached around and pawed her breast as he pulled her ass back against his cock. He nestled his bare cock into the canyon between her ass cheeks. Her curves squeezed him on both sides and she responded by pumping her hips grinding against him and sliding her ass cheeks up and down the length of his cock.

  “Are you going to stick that thing in me?” Missy asked. “Or do I need to take it for myself?”

  “You asked for it,” Hank said.

  He pulled his hips back as far as he could and lined his cock up with her pussy. Hank moved his hand from her tit down to her hip and ass. He took a firm grip on her and she let out a yelp of surprise. Hank swiped the head up his cock up and down her slits until her lips parted and coated him with their wetness. He found the spot and pressed in feeling her pussy stretch as the head of his cock popped inside. She let out a moan and backed her ass up toward him. He kept a tight grip on the base of his cock and guided himself inside. Her pussy was so tight around him as he slid deeper and deeper inside her that he almost started to think he had put it into her ass by accident.

  Missy moaned as Hank gave her more and more inches. She said, “Oh, yes, you are so fucking big. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I want all of it. Fill me up with your monster cock. All of it. I want all of it, please. Oh, God, no one has ever been that deep inside me. I didn’t know it could feel like this. Oh, I want you to fuck me so hard and deep, Hank. Let me have it, please.”

  Hank looked down and realized that he still had at least two more inches to feed her. As much as she was begging for it, he was afraid he might break her, but she was still backing up on him like she wanted it and she was begging him for it.

  He gave her the final inches and despite himself, he grabbed her hips with both hands and pressed himself up against her driving in deeper. She folded her head down on the table and moaned. Hank gave her only a second to adjust to his length and then he pulled back feeling her grip his cock as he withdrew a few inches preparing to drive it back home again.

  My home is your home, Hank thought.

  A roar of an engine shook the house outside. Hank panicked pulling his cock all the way out of her as he pictured the truck returning to the driveway.

  Missy reached back and pinched the head of his cock between her fingers and held him keeping him from getting his cock put away to zip up his pants. She said, “Don’t you dare cum yet. What’s wrong with you? That’s just a motorcycle.”

  Hank listened to the engine retreat down the street. Damn Phil, Hank thought.

  “Sorry,” he said.

  “Don’t you bail out on me again,” she said. “I’ve waited a long time to be fucked by a real man and I’m not missing out on this. We’re done when I say we’re done.”

  Hank laughed. “Okay. You’ve got it, boss lady. Can we at least go into the dining room? I’d like to be farther from the entrance.”

  “Fine. Fuck me on my dining room table, Hank.”

  Hank picked her up and carried her into the next room. She laughed. His fingers found her ass and pussy and he playing with her a bit as he carried her.

  Hank laid her on her back and pulled her ass along the surface with a squeak to the end of the table. Hank lifted her legs in the air still bound together around her thighs by her cutoff shorts. He rested her legs on one of his shoulders turning her a bit to the side.

  He grabbed a handful of her ass as he brought his cock forward. She reached around and took hold of his cock guiding him back in. He spread her open with his hand on her ass. The head of his cock popped back into her tight pussy and he slid inside her slowly with the same tight progress as before. This time when his balls met her ass, he gave her no mercy. Hank pulled back out halfway and drove it back home slapping against her ass and filling her back up again. He already felt h
er tightness pulsing around him as he drew out and fucked his cock back deep inside her again. Her eyes rolled up in her head and he rocked the dining room table pounding her pussy until her tits bounced enough to connect with her chin. Hank enjoyed the sight as he started fucking her harder.

  “Oh, shit.” Missy clutched her own tits like she was looking for something to hold on to. “Oh, yeah, that cock is so big. Oh, you’re ruining me for my husband. Fill me up with your huge cock, Hank.”

  Hank heard the roar of an engine outside the house again. Hank shook his head. Phil had to be compensating for something wanting to have something powerful and hot between his legs. Hank decided he liked his ride much better.

  He pulled her off the table and put her back on her feet bent over the table. She held the edge of the table with one hand and the door by the archway to the kitchen with the other. Hank slid back inside her from behind. He went in easier than before, but she was still tight on his cock. He spread his legs apart and drove into her deeper than before slapping his balls against her clit from underneath and slamming his zipper against her ass as well.