The Curvy Hotwife Collection

by Harley Jane Meadows

  Michael was hard, and squeezing his cock though the fabric of his pants. He growled “God yes.” I air kissed him, and gave him my backside as I bent over, peeling off my panties.

  I stepped up to Shawn, giving him a front-row view of my pussy. I lifted my leg, and put it over his right shoulder. “I want you, Shawn. I wanna fuck you. I want to feel you, come inside me.

  “But first… I want you to show me some appreciation.”

  Shawn looked up at me. I peered down at him, staring between my heavy, swaying tits. “Go on,” I said. “Show me what you can do.”

  He nodded at me, and licked his lips. Then he licked mine.

  He kissed his way up my thigh, before returning to my folds. He pressed his nose against my crown, and penetrated my wet crease with his tongue. My knees almost buckled. “OhhhHHHhhh…”

  In what felt like a single sweep, Shawn grabbed my hips in both hands, and turned us around. I landed on the bed, and burst out giggling. “Holy hell!” I said, still laughing. “Where’d you learn that move?”

  “I teach Judo, since you asked.” He got on his knees before the bed, and gently moved my leg off his shoulder. He pulled hard on my calves, raking me to the bed’s edge. I squealed in surprise.

  He licked at me again, and again. He nudged my knees further apart, and brought his hand up. I felt a strange tingling, before I realized he was stroking the skin just below my vagina. It felt surprisingly good. “OhhHHHH, Shawn! That feels… mmm, that’s… that’s nice.”

  I couldn’t see his face, but there was a smirk in his voice. “Nobody ever touched you that way, huh.” He peered over his shoulder. “Mike, you taking notes?”

  He laughed, and Michael shook his head.

  I giggled, before I sat up, and cupped Shawn’s face in my hands. “Come here,” I said, puling him into a kiss. I could take myself on his lips. It was a strange mix, but I liked it.

  He crawled on top of me. He put his hands on the outsides of my breasts and gently pushed them together. He kissed them, he licked them, he nipped and nuzzled at me. My areolae were wide, and vibrant pink against the rest of my skin. My nipples were hard, but not terribly tall.

  He looked at me, then down at my tits. He licked my nipple, before taking it in his lips. He nibbled on me. He suckled at me. I groaned, as the slow delicious heat kept on building up between my thighs.

  “MMmmmMmm Shawn,” I said, running my fingers through his short hair. “Mmn. Enough. I want you. I want you inside me, now.”

  He nodded at me. He fished a condom packet out of his blue jeans, and tore the packet. I sat up, taking the condom from him. He looked at me in confusion a second, before I placed on his glistening tip for him, and stroked it down, down over his cock.

  “You’ve got nice hands, Chloe,” he said.

  I hummed with pleasure. “Mmmm. You’ve got a nice everything, Shawn.”

  He kissed me. He kissed me. He scooted up the bed, and put my thighs on either side of him. He teased my lips with his cock. “Enough!” I shouted.

  Shawn slid his cock inside me. I hollered as he pressed deep between my thighs. “OhhHHhhhh, Shawn. Shawn. Yes!” I grabbed at his sides to pull him close. He put his hands on my stomach, stroking my belly.

  He only moved his hips a little at a time, but it was so much more inside me. He filled me up with his wonderful length. The girth of him felt incredible between my legs. I cried out. “Fuck me,” I cried. “Fuck me harder. Pleeeeease, Shawn. Please…”

  He complied, and started to ride me harder. He began to grunt with each push, riding me a little harder each time, filling me up with himself. I pressed my head back against the pillow and shut my eyes.

  All I wanted, was going on inside me. I kept my eyes tightly shut and begged for more. He squeezed my breast in his hand, pinching me in his greed. I didn’t care. “Harder,” I said. “Harder…”

  He started pumping me faster. He moved his hand up to my face, and slid his thumb into my mouth. I automatically started sucking on his thumb, while his fingers stroked my face.

  He pumped me harder. I could feel him, grinding into me over and over, working up a sweat, and his sweat mingled with mine. I couldn’t get enough. The heat, the intense wet heat kept building up, higher and higher inside…

  “AhhhHHH!!” he cried. He spasmed, and kept going.

  “Not yet!” I shouted. “Don’t come yet! Please, I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so close…”

  He kept on riding me, pushing into me with his cock, again and again and again. A groan started low in his throat, and got higher, and higher…

  “Not yet,” I cried. “Please please please. I’m so close, Shawn. I’m so clo—”

  Shawn screamed. He slammed into me one final time, and it tipped me over the edge. We climaxed together. Every muscle in me squeezed hard on him, and he went rigid, screaming, as we came.

  That wet, unfathomable heat in me spilled over, splashing out from my insides, and leaked up my entire body with ecstatic, toe-curling warmth.

  Everything in my head went black. Words went away. I didn’t realize I was screaming. Shawn buckled inside me, shooting me full of his cum. He stuttered another shout, as another jolt of hot white slick leapt from his cock. I dug my nails into his back, holding him inside me.

  My scream… faded. Shawn’s trailed off. His muscles went soft, and he fell on top of me. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.

  I stroked his back. “Oh, Shawn. Oh, wonderful. You were…”

  I heard Michael cry out. My eyes listed open, and I saw him in his chair, gripping his penis, white pearly cum splattered over his hand, still coating his penis. He’d come, just when we did.

  I closed my eyes again. Shawn moved in me, and I put my hand on the back of his throat. “Baby, no. Just stay inside me a while. Will you? That’s nice… That’s nice…”

  I must have drifted off, after that. He was in me still.

  ~~~

  When I woke up a short while later, the shower was running, and steam was drifting from the bathroom. Michael lay beside me on the bed, still napping. His hand lay on my stomach.

  The shower eventually shut off, and out stepped Shawn, toweling himself off. He shook his head at me. “Chloe, you are a wonder. I really hope you two are down to do this again. Mm!”

  I smiled at him, but without much energy. I still didn’t want to move.

  He crossed into the room, and got dressed. He smiled at me, and shot me a wink as he left.

  I prodded Michael in the chest. “Michael. Wake up, hon. Wake up.”

  He came to life, and focused on me. “Hey.”

  I smiled. “Hey.”

  “That was something else, wasn’t it.”

  I could only nod in agreement. “Shawn wants to see us again.”

  “M’not surprised,” he replied. “You’re terrific in the sack and I don’t care who knows it.”

  I shook my head and laughed a little. I brought his hand up to lay on my breast. He groaned a little happy noise, and squeezed me. “Mmmm.”

  “Michael?”

  He opened his eyes again. “Yeah?”

  “Would you mind… coming inside me? I just… I want to feel full, again.”

  My husband smiled. “Happy to oblige ya.” He moved himself closer, and stroked his penis until it was hard. He seemed still half asleep.

  I took his dick in my hand, and squeezed him. This man…

  “I love you, you know,” I said.

  He smiled and blinked. “I know.”

  Michael rolled onto his back. I climbed up on top of him, and slipped his penis inside me. I closed my eyes, with happy stimulation. Ohhh, Michael.

  I lay my chest on top of his. He kissed my cheek. My neck. He opened his eyes again, coming to life.

  “I love you so much,” I whispered. “Oh, Michael.”

  He lifted his head up to my chest, and put his face between my breasts, and moaned a happy noise. His hand gently stroked my back. I started to grin
d my hips against him, enjoying the dozy contact. Here was comfort. Here was my rock. Here was my husband.

  I arched my back a little, giving my chest to him. “Suckle on me,” I breathed. “Suckle on me.” He nodded, and put his lips around my nipple. He sucked on my flesh, and butterflies brushed through my belly. Oh, god.

  He took my breast in his hand, and fondled me gently. His hips responded to me, and he started to go rigid. “That’s it,” I moaned.

  He continued to suckle on me, worshipping my tit with his lips and his tongue, and he moaned softly.

  Michael came in me. He let go of my breast and gasped. He pushed his hips up, involuntarily. He buckled inside me, filling me with his cum. He grunted again, as his hips buckled again.

  I ran my fingers through his hair. I breathed hard, and felt a release. No great burst like before, but still a ripple of pleasure. I cried out once. I blinked tears out of my eyes. I rested atop my husband, still half-hard inside me.

  I rested… content.

  CHAPTER THREE

  The Curvy Hotwife's Treat

  After another long week at work, my weekend couldn’t get here fast enough. I unlocked the door to my apartment, and walked in to find my husband on his phone.

  “No no, that’s perfect. I gotta go. See you then.”

  I closed the door, dropped off my purse and went to my husband as he was slipping his phone into his pocket. “Who was that?” I asked.

  “Nobody,” he said, smiling. He kissed me. “Just a work thing. How was your day?”

  I squeezed him in my arms, before stepping off and wandering into the kitchen. “Same old, same old.” I returned with a small plate of ginger snaps and a glass of milk. I went to living room, and Michael followed me.

  I reclined on the sofa, and bit into a ginger snap. I loved the intense flavor. I dunked the other half of the cookie into the milk, letting it soak. My husband leaned in to steal a ginger snap, before sitting on the couch.

  I was lucky. I knew that. I had a good marriage, a decent job, and a nice (if small) apartment. I didn’t really want for anything. One of the things that reinforced my marriage, was the connection I shared with Michael. That connection told me something was up.

  I poked him in the leg with my foot. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Hm?” he said, coming out of his thoughts. “What do you mean?”

  I shook my head. “You have a terrible poker face, Mike. Might as well ‘fess up.”

  He gave me a smirk. “All right, fine. But it’s no fun trying to surprise you.”

  “It’s not my fault you married a mindreader,” I teased.

  He got up from the couch, and disappeared into the bedroom. He returned with a wide, flat, white box, tied up in black ribbon.

  I sat up on the couch. “A present? For me? What’s the occasion?”

  He put the box in my lap. It was very light. “Our anniversary isn’t for months, and your birthday was six weeks ago. Figured this was my only shot at catching you off guard.”

  I started to fidget with the black ribbon. He put his hand on mine. “You can open it now, if you want. Or you can open it tonight… at the hotel.”

  My eyes went wide for a second, and I bounced for joy. “Again? Already?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. I figured, why not?”

  I stopped bouncing. “Wait. Aren’t we going to the sauna, first?”

  He shrugged. “Not unless you want to. I’ve taken care of all the arrangements. You won’t be disappointed. At least I don’t think you will.” God. This man.

  I put the box on the coffee table, and straddled my husband on the couch.

  “You are entirely too good to me,” I said, kissing his cheek, then nibbling on his lip.

  He gave me a wolfish grin. “That’s only ‘cause you make it worth my while.” He nipped at my neck.

  “Oh is that so?” I said. He traced a finger down my neck, into my cleavage. I was wearing a green sweater, and a white bra underneath. My blue jeans hugged my wide hips.

  Taking the bottom of the sweater in both hands, I pulled it up and off. My long, wavy brown hair was the last to escape. I took in a big breath. My breasts rose and fell, swaying over my husband. “That what you want?” I asked. He nodded.

  I leaned down, and he kissed my skin. Michael squeezed my sides, pulling me into a longer embrace. He buried his face between my breasts, licking me, kissing me.

  His hand slipped ‘round my back, and unfastened the clasp. The bra slipped off my shoulders, and Michael gazed up at my tits, swaying over him. “God, you’re a knockout.”

  I lifted myself up, up just a bit. If he wanted to kiss my nipple, he’d have to crane his neck a bit. He chomped his teeth playfully, missing me by a mile. He gave me a vexed look, and I leaned into him again.

  He took my breast in his hand, squeezing me. Mmmnnmm… I loved the feeling of his lips, his breath, his tongue on my skin. He swirled his tongue ‘round my areola, in slow, wide circles, before taking my nipple in his mouth. He moaned, a happy noise. I could feel him getting hard.

  He showered me with kisses. He stroked my arm, and gently rubbed his thumb in circles, around the inside of my elbow. Strange that such a spot should be sensitive, but I liked it. Mmm…

  “I love you, Chloe,” he whispered. I stroked his face softly, and slipped two fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them, not taking his eyes off me. “Mmmnnmmm,” he groaned.

  I got up off the couch, and grabbed him by the waistband. He stood up in a hurry. I led him by the pants, into the bedroom.

  I unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped out of them. Michael slapped his hands on my soft, round ass, and pulled me close. I felt his erection, pressed up against me. I wanted him so much…

  His hand slipped around my belly, and held me tight. He slipped my hair out of the way, before kissing my neck, my shoulder. His hand traveled up to my breast, wide and soft. He caressed me, growing harder all the while.

  He turned me around, standing there in nothing but a pair of panties. I loved his eyes on me. Since we’d started sleeping with other people, having my husband looking at me felt different than it used to. It wasn’t just the same old same old, anymore.

  I went to my knees, and unbuttoned his pants. I unzipped him, and his slacks fell straight down. He was wearing boxer briefs, which I peeled down. His penis was hard, but not quite fully erect.

  “Want me to get that for you?” I groaned. I kissed his cock. I took him in my mouth. I stroked him with my lips, deeper, then shallower again. “Mnmnnnn…”

  I brought my hands up, stroking Michael’s thighs, before reaching around and grabbing his ass. He hissed sharply, taking a breath. His penis twitched in my mouth. I made soothing noises as I licked him, coating him with my saliva.

  “Oh, Chloe…”

  I released him with my mouth and stood up. I pulled off my panties, and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “Help a girl out?” I asked.

  He nodded and went to his knees. He teased the back of my knee with his fingertips. It felt strangely stimulating. He kissed his way up my thigh. He looked into my eyes and smiled, before putting all his attention between my legs.

  He traced his thumb up and down my lips. I was already starting to feel some of that lovely warmth, building up. He licked my lips, and again. He went below my pussy, and gently stroked the skin there. He rubbed at me with his thumb, while he used his other hand to gently coax apart my lips. I was warm and wet and pink, waiting to be touched…

  He kissed my pussy, and applied pressure with his lips, almost nibbling on me. It was wonderful. He slipped is tongue inside me, and I curled my toes.

  He swirled his tongue in slow, wide circles, as the heat inside me grew. My lips swelled with blood.

  He stroked me with pressure, before pressing his nose to my bud, and burying his lips in me.

  I squealed. “Michael!” he didn’t stop. He kept his tongue inside me, licking at my walls, driving me crazy with sensation. He brought his thumb a
bove my selling bud, and pressed gently. He lapped at me again, and I screamed his name.

  Hot, delicious feelings spilled through me. Oh. Oh…

  I opened my eyes, and found Michael resting his chin on my thigh. I sat up, and brought him up to my face to kiss.

  I had him sit on the edge of our bed, and get comfortable. I loved watching him. I guess that’s what he loved about it, too: Watching me with other men. Seeing me get excited, watching me feel that intense pleasure. I stroked his cock until he was hard again, and gave him a squeeze.

  “You going to give me any hints about tonight?”

  He moaned in reply. “Nnm… just… revisiting the hits. And something in your favorite color.”

  Oooh! “Say no more.” I took his cock between my lips, and hummed softly. I kissed his head, and he responded with drops of his clear pre-cum, dabbing on my tongue. I slid my lips down his shaft again, and again, while his breathing got faster and faster.

  I knew when he was close. I released him, and stroked his slick, wet cock in my hand. “Let go, baby. You can let go… come for me?”

  He shifted his pelvis, pushing his hips into the air. A white splash of cum leapt from his cock, landing on his shirt. He shouted as he came, splashing his cum over my fist, coating my fingers with his warmth. He cried out, and one final spurt of cum spilled from his head. He started to catch his breath.

  I held up my hand, looking at the sticky white strands of my husband’s release. I kissed the tip of his head, and got to my feet, and went about preparing for that night.

  We got to the hotel room around 7pm. We’d both showered, and Michael walked into the hotel room with that white box of his, tucked under his arm.

  He set it on the bed, and went to his chair. I sat on the bed, and put the box on my lap. “Can I open it? Can I?” I asked, giddy as a five year old.

  He nodded. I pulled at the ribbon, and the black slipped off neatly. I opened up the box… and gasped.

  “Ohhhh, Michael. It’s beautiful.” I reached into the box with both hands, and pulled out a silk negligee, along with a loose, waist-length robe that went with it. It was dark purple silk, with black trim. It was smooth as a dream, in my hands.