Hotwife Kelly Bundle

by R. C. Curtis

  But Mr. Li and Kelly?

  They were fucking.

  Kelly rocked her hips on his cock, and he drove his shaft up into her. They moved together. I don’t know how to describe it. They found a perfect rhythm immediately, and yet it looked like they were torturing each other.

  Kelly squirmed on his cock, desperate to feel his penetration. Mr. Li fucked her, driving up into her, but he held her hips and fucked her from some dark place I can only imagine. Kelly’s breasts bounced wildly. Each of his thrusts sent shockwaves rippling through her ass.

  Kelly pounded her pussy against him. He drove desperately up into her. I suddenly understood that neither of them needed to fuck. They just needed to come.

  He held Kelly’s hips, and she held his shoulders. She fucked him viciously, bouncing on his lap. They were both just raw, naked need.

  But Kelly didn’t need fucking right now, she needed to cum. She slipped her hand down to her pussy, one finger finding her clit. “Cum in me” she gasped. “Cum in me now.”

  Kelly’s instincts are incredible.

  Mr. Li still fucked her, and she found her clit and stroked it with just a few quick movements. She stiffened. “Cum in me,” she gasped, “We have all night to fuck.”

  Then she shuddered. She came hard, her body jerking, her thighs tightening, spasming on his cock.

  Mr. Li held her hips, and suddenly released into her himself. He cried out, little short sounds, moving in short jabs, obviously cumming in my wife while she came with her pussy clenching around his cock.

  A simultaneous orgasm is so rare, so precious, such a unique and fragile little creature. I’ve only had a few with Kelly. And Mr. Li had one with his first fuck.

  I actually like to come separately. I like to enjoy hers, and then enjoy mine.

  I think you get the most out of both that way.

  But I was pleased that Kelly found a way to give Mr. Li such a rare experience.

  I thought it would be awkward then. Dwane had already come. Mr. Li had come. Kelly had come. I wasn’t going to come. Mr. Li and Kelly slowed, still moving against each other, but he had finished emptying his cock into my wife. Gobs of cum squeezed out from where his cock was still embedded in her.

  Kelly was calming, her body slumping a little. She looked done. It didn’t mean she was, but I knew her clit would be hypersensitive, and way too over stimulated to be touched.

  Huan stood up and took off his shirt. The guy was built. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks. Slowly, he undid his belt and dropped his pants, then slipped off his boxers. I admired his confidence. He was the only naked person in the room, Kelly still with her sarong barely on, although her glistening breasts were of course fully exposed to our view.

  Huan’s cock stabbed out fiercely, bobbing after his boxers came off. Cockwise, I think Kelly had done alright for herself. Dwane’s was probably still the most massive in the room, but we are talking a matter of degree. I doubt she would have distinguished between them, physically. Not if they were inside her.

  Kelly still sat on Mr. Li’s lap, her body still moving slowly, hypnotically. She pressed her face against his neck, and kissed him softly, occasionally spasming from an aftershock. Mr. Li lay back, looking up, catching his breath.

  Huan came over and put his hands under her arms, and helped her get up off Mr. Li's cock. It fell out of her gently, coated in cum. Kelly turned to look at him, but stumbled a little, trying to keep her balance. Huan walked her backwards to the sofa, and sat her on it beside Dwane. I could see Kelly trying to focus, blinking. Huan pulled her hips toward him, making her slump against the back of the couch, her neck bent. He pushed her legs up, her knees up to her shoulders, her pussy fully opened, still leaking a bit of Mr. Li's cum.

  Huan positioned himself between her splayed thighs, bringing his hard cock to her pussy. Kelly put a hand up on to his shoulder.

  “Who? Who are you?” she said haltingly. It was like she had never seen him before.

  “I’m Huan,” he answered, sliding his cock into her pussy.

  Kelly moaned softly. Huan took his time, slowly, gradually pushing it into Kelly. She moaned again, and clasped her hands behind his head. He was all the way in now. Kelly murmured some nonsense sounds, then grew serious and looked up at him. Huan moved his cock deliberately inside, a slow, deep penetration. Kelly gave a soft “oooooo” sound.

  He pulled mostly out, and then slid into her again. Kelly held onto his neck, and her eyes flickered shut for a moment. Then she looked up again.

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m Huan,” he said again, moving his cock casually inside her. “Huan.”

  Kelly nodded and closed her eyes. She looked up again, still clinging to him. “Am I supposed to be fucking you?”

  Huan nodded.

  “OK,” said Kelly.

  He fucked her slowly for a few more strokes, Kelly making little soft cooing noises. Then she seemed to become more alert. She still clung to his neck, but she sounded confused, trying to sort things out. “I don’t know a Huan.”

  Her hips were already moving to match his deliberate rhythm.

  “We just met,” said Huan. “We just met each other.”

  Kelly absorbed this and weighed the idea in her head as Huan continued to slowly fuck her.

  “And I’m supposed to fuck you?”

  Huan sunk his cock deep into my wife, burying it in her belly and holding it there for a long moment before he answered. “Yes.”

  Kelly seemed happy with the answer. She didn’t speak any more, but continued to make little soft pleasure noises.

  Dwane rotated a bit on the sofa to watch them more comfortably. Mr. Li watched from his seat. I got up and moved so I could see them better. Probably not a great idea, but Kelly is my wife. Mine.

  Huan fucked her like her didn’t need to come, but he needed to fuck. Which is exactly where my wife was at that moment. She had already come, and now she was riding a long slow wave of sensual pleasure.

  When I moved closer she saw me. “Hi,” she said incongruously. She moaned, as Huan bottomed out inside her, then she found her voice again. She was still confused. “I thought I was fucking you.”

  “No baby,” I said, “You are fucking Huan.”

  “Huan?” she answered.

  “Yes baby.”

  She was quiet, and absorbed several more of his long slow thrusts into her body before she answered. “Huan is going to make me come.”

  “Yes he is,” I answered.

  Dwane shot me a glance. “Maybe you should move back.

  I did, and Kelly returned her attention to Huan. Huan still kept fucking her long and slow, and Kelly cling to him with her hands clasped behind his neck. It was repetitive, sensual, and unchanging. At least Kelly began to whimper, unable to form words, and a few moments after that she arched her back and spasmed in a great, wrenching orgasm. She lifted her head up and hugged his neck tight as her legs clenched around his hips, and she groaned loudly and shamelessly. It didn’t seem to stop, she kept moaning and shuddering, and clinging to him. Huan immediately quickened his pace, and Kelly just kept begging him to fuck her and gabbling nonsense words and spasming every few minutes.

  I stood behind him, just out of her line of sight. I could see his cock going in and out of her welcoming pussy. I heard her come, and come again, heard her voice eagerly inviting him to fuck her, and then I heard her cries of self-indulgent delight when he arched, and drove deep into her, and flooded her womb with sperm. I saw his balls contract, injecting her, his ass clenched as he flooded my wife with his dangerously virile cum.

  She cooed softly as they lay together.

  Everyone had come now. Everyone except me. And Kelly had come a number of times. I couldn’t keep count, and I knew she would have no idea. I thought we were done.

  I was wrong.

  Well, only partly wrong.

  “Take her to my room,” said Mr. Li. He gave a short bow. “Gentlemen, it’s been a lovely even
ing.”

  Dwane waved me off without a word, so I went to the door and turned and looked back. He had his arm around my naked Kelly, and was helping her out the other door. Mr. Li watched, as Huan gathered his clothes.

  Tomorrow Kelly and I would go home together, but I went back to my cabin alone, knowing Kelly was about to get fucked again tonight. Even while I am lying here alone wondering about it she probably already has a cock in her, and she is moaning and wriggling like the natural born slut she so clearly she is.

  I guess what is happening to her right now.

  But the details would have to wait.

  A Parting Blow

  I dressed and packed the car and waited at the parking lot a full hour before Kelly was supposed to meet me there. I’d had a long night, and I was eager to get Kelly home.

  Kelly got there early too, at a quarter to eight.

  Dwane was with her, escorting her to our car. Kelly looked beautiful. She wore the strapless gown and a pair of four heels. Her hair was perfect. She clung to Dwane’s bicep and smiled as she approached, her hips swaying as she took tiny, perfect steps.

  “As promised,” said Dwane. “Here she is.”

  “Thank you,” I said. In the back of my head I realized this guy fucked my wife all weekend and here I am thanking him.

  They stood beside me. Kelly was radiant.

  “How about a goodbye kiss?” asked Dwane.

  Kelly turned to him. He took her in a full body embrace, and gave her a long, lingering kiss. Kelly yielded completely, her mouth open, her thighs against his.

  It became uncomfortably long, but the broke apart at last.

  “That’s my girl, said Dwane, checking his watch.

  “Oh,” he said, “we’re a little early.”

  I nodded. “Technically, yes.”

  Dwane nodded too. “I’ve still got fifteen minutes.”

  He took Kelly by her shoulders, backed her against the side of the car, and pushed her down. Kelly squatted down, knees together, turned to one side, not wanting to kneel on the gravel. She looked up at him.

  Dwane unzipped, and pulled his cock out.

  He wasn’t fully erect, but I still wasn’t used to seeing that monster.

  He gripped it and held it up to her lips. Kelly looked up at him and opened her mouth.

  We were in public. People could be coming out any time to leave. I look around, nervously.

  Dwane shoved his cock into Kelly’s mouth.

  Squatting down like that, Kelly’s cleavage looked incredible. From this angle I could see one areola peeking out.

  Dwane’s face was hard. Kelly took him in her mouth, then closed her eyes as he thrust deeper, reaching for the back of her throat. She gagged, just for a second, a sharp choke, but then he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her completely onto his cock. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

  He ground his pubic bone against her face. Kelly’s hands went to his thighs, and she gripped them tightly.

  I heard another choking sound deep in her throat, and Kelly’s hands started to lightly tap his thighs.

  He grabbed her hair.

  “Bitch,” he said.

  He pulled his cock out of her. Kelly gasped for air. A long string of drool fell from his bobbing cock onto her breasts, and across her dress.

  He yanked her hair back and Kelly’s mouth opened. She took a deep breath, her breasts heaving, and Dwane thrust into her throat again.

  Right into her throat. No hesitation, no playing with her lips, or letting it rest in her mouth. He thrust it immediately into her throat.

  Kelly coughed and pulled away.

  She spit up frothy saliva for a moment, trying to breathe and fight her gag reflex. He mouth was wet.

  Dwane looked at her, and wiped the saliva from her mouth over her face, wrecking her makeup. “You will do this,” he said, and thrust into her mouth again.

  I could hear Kelly choking. I took a step forward.

  Dwane held his hand up. “I got fifteen minutes still,” he said.

  I stopped.

  Kelly’s face was stuffed with his cock, but she was no longer choking. Her eyes were wet, but she looked at me, then Dwane, and nodded.

  Dwane took this as a go-ahead.

  He began thrusting into my wife’s face, and she took it gamely. Froth built up around her lips as Dwane drove his cock in and out of her throat. He held her hair out of her face.

  “That’s it,” he said, his hips in constant motion.

  Kelly’s head bumped the side of the car, over and over as he face fucked her. She drooled uncontrollably, the soft bulges of her breasts streaked with her own spit.

  I looked around. No one had come out yet. I checked my watch. Ten minutes left.

  Dwane put a hand on her forehead and pressed her back against the car. He pinned her face, and then kept fucking it steadily. Kelly’s hands dropped to her sides, and she looked up at him helplessly. I could hear gurgling in her throat.

  Michael and his wife came out, carrying suitcases. They saw immediately, of course, and made a wide berth around us as they went to their car. His wife didn’t make eye contact, but Michael nodded grimly to me.

  I just wanted it to end.

  Dwane was in no hurry though. He face fucked Kelly mercilessly. Kelly made a little mindless noise, her eyes looking a little blissed out, although it was hard to hear over the relentless squishing sounds of Dwane’s cock plundering my wife’s throat.

  I checked my watch. Five more minutes.

  Kelly’s hands were on her own thighs now. If she could open her legs, I knew her hands would have found her clit by now. Part of me understood this would work in my favor on the ride home.

  Dwane checked his watch too.

  Kelly looked up at him, her eyes wide, her mouth stretched, his cock sloshing in and out of the depths of her throat. She was a mess now, her eyes watering, mascara running down her face, saliva all over her face and chest.

  “Cunt,” said Dwane roughly.

  “Fucking cunt.”

  Kelly just stared at him, her eyes big and perfect.

  Her heavy breasts were mashed against him.

  “Fucking slut,” he said.

  He fucked her face hard, and Kelly silently let him violate her throat. He looked very close to coming, and I thought he would pour his seed down my wife’s throat at any moment.

  One minute left.

  Dwane pulled out of my wife’s mouth and gripped his cock. Kelly looked up, mouth open, drool splashing down on her.

  “Fucking piece of shit slut,” gasped Dwane, and he came.

  He blew a stream of cum into her face and Kelly flinched, then he aimed lower, and shuddered as he unloaded huge gouts of cum all over my wife’s cleavage and dress.

  Kelly stayed still, as his cum splashed over her. She never took her eyes off his, her breasts rising and falling with each gulp of air she took.

  Dwane swayed a little, then tucked his still stiff cock inside, and zipped up.

  “Take your bitch home.” he said, turning away.

  I helped Kelly up. Her eyes had that lidded, glazed look I’ve come to know so well.

  I put her in the car. I belted her in. She looked pretty fucked up, splattered in cum and spit. Her makeup was destroyed, her hair was crunched up. She looked like a cheap whore.

  Except for the dress. That was a nice dress.

  I got in. I patted her thigh. “Let’s go home baby.”

  Kelly nodded. She still looked pretty stupid. Kelly gets stupid when she fucks. I know it is wrong to say that, but she does, and I find it so sexy.

  “Did I do good?” she asked me in a little voice.

  “Yes. Yes you did good,” I reassured her.

  “Do you hate me?” she asked. I could feel the anxiety in her voice. Her words came slow, like she was waking from a dream.

  “No baby I love you more than ever.”

  Kelly smiled in relief. “Are you gonna fuck me?”

  “Yes b
aby.”

  She put her hand on my leg. “Good,” she whispered.

  We headed home.