Hotwife Island Complete Collection

by Jewel Geffen

  Others are less circumspect. One man has withdrawn his penis and is pleasuring himself outright. One of the women is squeezing her lover's erection while pinching softly at her own nipple. Jason's hand is moving quickly inside his pocket, and his jaw is clenched tight.

  Victoria's arms rise to her head, lifting her breasts slightly so that the nipples seem to point slightly upward. She sways slightly as her fingers work the twisted French braid wreathed round her head like a crown. It comes apart with a pull and tumbles in a fall around her face in a golden curtain, caressing the tops of her breasts.

  She turns, a finger to her the parted lips of her mouth, and she lifts her rump slightly, displaying the perfect shape of her gorgeous ass to me. My throat tightens, and my hands moves a little further over towards myself.

  “Fuck me, Daddy,” she murmurs, her voice a low purr of need.

  “Come here,” I say. Everything feels natural again; I'm on steady footing once more. This, I know.

  She comes, her body arched and opening, her lips parted.

  I reach down and undo my zipper, then reach in and pull out the thick black monster inside. I'm full erect, and it springs up like a striking snake, a python lunging. The sight of it seems to hit her like an electric charge straight to the brain. Her knees go weak a little, her breasts heaving slightly as her breathing quickens, and her hand strays down between her thighs to that smooth warm place there.

  “Turn around,” I instruct her, and she does, displaying her bottom and the smooth length of her back. I reach up and take hold of her by the hips, slowly drawing her down. She bends slightly as she lowers, and pushes her rump out.

  I see it come into view as she bends over, there between her thighs, the sweet little cleft, the pink slit of her cunt. She lowers herself down, guiding herself skillfully so that the lips find the head of my cock, stroking down on it, parting a little as they do so and revealing the bright pink folds beneath, glistening already with her arousal.

  She's wet for me, desperate. She wants to bring her weight down on me, plunge herself onto that hard cock. I don't let her though, not yet. My hands guide her motions, holding her there, hovering over me, suspended in a state of anticipatory agony.

  She moves up and down, massaging the head of my cock with her lips, squeezing it between her slippery thighs. I can feel it gliding between her labia, but not going in, just sliding over the surface, pressing against her clit.

  She moans weakly, her hands shaking. She's desperate for it, hardly able to hold back. Our time in the studio has trained her well, however, and she restrains herself, waiting for my instruction.

  Her hips start to move, the dance which had been interrupted for a moment resuming once again. She dances on the head of my cock, teasing and pleasuring me with her thighs and the folds of her pussy.

  The full attention of the room is now entirely and exclusively upon her, and more have come to stand in the doorways and watch with rapt wonder. Yet I feel somehow as if there are only we two in the world right now, her and I, bathed in the flickering lights of the pornographic display.

  I squeeze her hips a little, and she lowers herself with a contented groan, shivering as she settles into my lap. My fat cock pushes between her folds, sliding into that warm pink hole.

  I feel as if my entire body were sinking into a bath of warm cream. Her pussy wraps silken and firm and slippery over my hard cock, taking me deep into that sweet place. Then I feel the heat of her body settling fully onto me, her thighs and bottom against my lap, her back against my chest. Her trembling hands grip my thighs as she lowers herself carefully onto the full length of me.

  I slide my hands around her waist, and I think I can almost feel myself through her belly. I'm deep inside her now, the whole ten inches of my length sunk in.

  “Oh God...” she moans, her voice shuddering and pained with delight.

  “Fucking hell,” someone murmurs, “that's so hot.”

  “Jesus, she's sexy... who is she?”

  “Moreau always finds the choicest ladies.”

  “That's my wife,” Jason says, his voice tinged with pride.

  “Congratulations, my friend,” another man says, “she's a prize and no mistake.”

  “She is that,” he agrees, “she is that...”

  I hold Victoria's hips as she, adjusted now to my presence inside, begins to move.

  She fucks me slowly, twisting her hips as she rises and plunges back down. I grip her ass as she screws me, sitting still and letting her go.

  “Oh God,” she moans, “God, that black cock feels so good inside me. I can't get enough of it, Daddy, it's so good...”

  “Don't stop,” I instruct her, “I want you to cum in front of all these people for me. Show them what a good little hotwife you are.”

  “Yes sir,” she moans, bending her head down so that her hair sways low.

  “Pinch your nipples,” I say.

  Her hands rise from my thighs. She has to move entirely with her legs now, her extraordinarily fit thighs holding her whole weight as she works herself up and down on my stiff length. She cups her breasts, and she pinches her thumbs and forefingers over her nipples.

  “Harder.”

  “How do you know how hard I'm doing it?” she moans.

  “I know you aren't doing it hard enough. Now do it, don't talk back.”

  “Yes sir,” she whimpers. I feel her flinch as she twists the tips of her breasts roughly between her fingers. “Ah!”

  “Don't stop, don't stop,” I groan, “keep pinching them while you fuck me. Bounce that ass on my cock, come on.”

  I give her rump a hard slap, hard enough to sting my hand and leave a pink mark on the white cheek.

  She moans, and she starts moving faster. The wet sounds of her soaking wet pussy slopping up and down on my cock fill the room. I look down, marveling briefly at the sight of the thick ebony rod parting her pink lips, sliding between her pale white thighs. Her bottom is slapping against me, her skin on mine.

  “I love it,” she whimpers, “I love that black cock in my white pussy... fuck, you're so big... so much bigger than my husband... You fuck me so good... you fuck me the best, Daddy... yes, yes I need it... yes...”

  I groan, resting my head against the back of the cushion. I can't restrain myself any longer, and start to push my hips up, driving my cock up to meet her. Soon we're moving in tandem, fucking energetically on the couch.

  “I want your cum, Daddy, I want it so bad,” she moans, “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me... cum...”

  I feel my teeth gritting, my jaw tightening. The tingling feeling starts in my balls in at the base of my spine, gradually moving in pulsating waves towards the tip of my cock, a delighted shuddering pleasure that cannot be denied or restrained.

  Her pussy, so tight and wet and warm, seems to milk my cock, sliding up and down and squeezing, urging the issue from me with an irresistible insistence.

  “God, Daddy! God, I... I'm cumming, oh fuck, I'm cumming!” Her whole body is shaking, great heaving ripples that start in her breast and shudder out down her arms and legs. She plunges herself down on me, pushing her body against my, writhing as if unable to control her movements, whimpering and twisting like a cat as her orgasm bursts through her.

  I feel her cunt squeezing and pulsing, and it pushes me over the edge. I lock my arms around her, pulling her tight against myself, and my hips buck up, pounding a huge final thrust up as I cum. I can feel the thick jets of semen gushing up into her, flooding her sweet pink pussy with pulse after pulse of cum.

  We stand there a long moment, locked together, cumming together, alone in the crowded room of aroused onlookers.

  She twists her head so that we're looking at one another. Her blonde hair is in a golden tangle around her face, a strand across her open and panting mouth. A slow smile curves across her lips. “That... was amazing...” she moans.

  My hand slides down and cups the smooth-shaven swell of her soft mound. I lean in and kiss her softl
y on the tip of her nose. “We're just getting started,” I murmur, “the night is still young...”

  She groans, and she twists her hips a little, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. “I can hardly wait,” she whispers, “I'm all yours...”

  Epilogue

  I'm standing again on the darkened balcony again, watching the people boarding the ferry below. Dawn is still a few hours away. Perhaps I'll try and sleep a few hours before morning.

  Perhaps.

  Honestly, after tonight, I'm not sure I can sleep. My mind is in a whirl. Victoria, Angela... everything. A great deal has changed. The sun will rise on a new world, at least as far as Antoine Moreau is concerned.

  I turn and glance into the black depths of the woods which cover most of the island. It was from those woods that she came to me, that woman who changed everything. As if out of a dream she came, emerging from the wild, soaked to the bone and dressed in that skimpy little alluring bikini.

  What might have happened if I'd not come to the mansion early that day? If I'd not heard them knocking? If I'd chosen not to answer the door. The course of everything might have changed forever, my life altered. I'm not sure how I may have reacted differently to Angela's sudden reappearance if Victoria had not come into my wife. I may have fallen for her scheme, and everything would be otherwise now.

  Who can say why fate treats us as it does? Some mysteries are not to be known.

  “What are you thinking about, Antoine?” Her voice comes softly from the shadows behind me. Victoria stands at the railing beside me, her silk dress seeming to gleam in the moonlight.

  We fucked another half a dozen times over the course of the evening, in front of Jason, including him once, and on our own after that. Our final tryst took place here in this room, before the windows of this balcony.

  “Have you considered my offer?” I ask softly.

  She laughs a little, and she reaches out to stroke her hand over my naked back. “What, you stealing me away from Jason and taking me for yourself? I didn't think you were serious about that.”

  “What if I was?”

  She's silent for a long moment. I can hear the wind rustling in the trees, the lapping of the water on the shore of the island.

  “I love you, Antoine, and I love fucking you,” she says, “but I'm here with Jason. I came with him, and I'll be leaving him. He's my husband.”

  “Of course,” I say, but there's a strange lump in my throat, a tightness there I hadn't expected. I never thought she'd take me up on the offer, but the refusal still hurts in a way I hadn't expected.

  She leans over and rests her head against my shoulder. “Remember what you said... this is just a dream.”

  “Yes... a dream...”

  “I'll come back,” she says, “and I'll fuck you again.”

  I turn and smile at her, though the smile is tinged with a note of sadness. “I'll look for you... coming out of those trees again someday.”

  “Good,” she says, “Someday when you least expect it. Someday when we need each other... when we can save one another again...”

  I lean over and kiss her. Her blonde hair is like spun silver thread in the pale moonlight. I gather her up in my arms and hold her body against mine. Her skin is soft as milk against my hands, her body ripe and sensual. I can already feel the yearning rising in me again. “I'll be waiting...”

  Down below the ferry is moving out into the water, wreathed in a hazy scarlet glow as it slips away into the predawn mist that rises from the lake in a gauzy vapor. It slides into the fog and is lost from the waking world, surrendered to the night, and to the dreams which it bears now out across the water.

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