Coaching my Wife: A Hotwife Romance
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"Ugh, hold up baby, hold up," Rod said, pulling himself out of her mouth. "You gonna make me nut. I want to try that pussy again." He waved her over to the bed and she scrambled up right away. She got on all fours at the edge and looked back, waiting for him to come and push himself inside her again.
Rod spat onto his hand and gave the head of his cock a rub as he came up behind her. He slapped her pussy, just gently, but enough to get her to squirm. Her soft petals seemed to open at his command. Then he was up on the bed, towering over her, pushing her forward until her face fell against the mattress once again. I guess that's how he liked to take his women. He didn't kneel behind her this time. He stood over her, lowering his now-hard cock and bending at the knees until the head was right at her sex.
He slid it along her slit, collecting the clear drool that was oozing from her. He did that until she started mewling, begging for him to stretch her. Then he gave her the whole thing at once. Not like yesterday. He just fucked himself right up inside my wife.
She let out a half-scream half-cry. From the way they were positioned, I had an even better view of her pussy than I had the day before. I watched it stretching to accommodate Rod's massive girth. The darkness of his cock against Natalia's pale, pink flesh was beautiful to see.
The whole thing was so erotic. Watching my wife give this man her body was really something hot. He started fucking her quite hard almost right away. Like she'd done with my blowjob the night before. He was driving into her, the full length of his hard meat pole disappearing inside her easily now.
She cried out with every fierce thrust but not for him to stop. It was a cry of pleasure, unlike she'd ever made with me. Each cry seemed to say that she was thankful for the fearsome fucking he was giving her and that she wanted more. When she came it was with a shriek, then a moan, then tears as her body shuddered around his cock.
Rodney seemed to like that she came because just as she was coming off her orgasm he started fucking her even harder, both of his hands on her ass cheeks as he rode her to his own climax.
Suddenly Natalia was looking at me. I don't know how but I knew what she wanted. I knew what she wanted even before she mouthed the word "please," at me. I knew what she wanted probably because it was what I wanted myself. I nodded at her.
As soon as she'd seen it she turned around and looked back. "Rodney," she said, breathless, "I want your cum." She said it so softly that I could barely hear it.
Rodney, fucking her from above, piling his cock deep inside her, paused and glanced at me.
I gave him a quick nod, before I could change my mind. What the hell were we doing?!? What were we thinking?!? This was dangerous but it was thrilling too.
He went straight back to powering into her and I knew that if I were to change my mind I only had a moment to do it. And then the dark thought again, the fantasy loomed in my mind. If I said nothing, in a few moments Rod's cock would tighten inside my wife. It would vomit out a torrent of fresh cum, no doubt replenished to the same volume I'd seen the day before by his impressive sack. It would froth and mingle with Nat's juices and it would start to swim. It would begin to swim inside her, his seed searching for her fertile egg. Unless I did a good job of cleaning it all out.
Rod's groan made me look up. My eyes went wide. Not caring what anyone would think, I got up and staggered towards the bed. Rod was too lost in pleasure to pay me any mind. Nat reached out a hand.
I took her hand in mine, squeezing her in this precious moment. I knelt by the bed. The real reason I wanted to be there was to see it for myself up close.
As a massive orgasm tore through Rodney, my eyes stayed on his cock and sack. His nuts tightened up close to his body. I could see all the muscles between his legs moving together. His cock started to throb. He held himself in place, stretching out the peak of his climax. I watched the dark shaft throb and throb and throb.
My own cock was stiff as a board in my pants at what I was watching. I was watching Rod's seeding muscle delivering pulse after powerful pulse of his potent, white cum deep into Natalia's insides. As I stood and stared, another man was fucking his cum, unprotected, into my wife. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen up close. Until I saw what happened next.
Watching Rod remove his thick, black rod from Natalia's still pulsing pussy made my jaw drop open. He was slick with her juices and his freshly delivered spunk. It dripped from him, down onto her legs and the bed as each inch of him came out of her. When the head of his mighty cock finally popped out of her hole, it left it gaping enough for me to see inside. Her pussy lips began to close but slowly.
Inside my beautiful wife's body swam a thick pool of Rod's creamy cum. It was splattered along the walls of her fleshy cave. It clung to her insides. I don't know where the compulsion came from but I pushed a finger into her and scooped a glob of it out. I must have been lost in a daze because when I turned around Rod wasn't there anymore. His clothes were gone, too. It was just me and Natalia. I felt the throbbing of my cock rushing through my whole body.
"Do you want to fuck me now baby?" Natalia asked.
I looked up at her to see her smiling a shy smile. Her cheeks were rosy and she looked so beautiful, having just been used by another man. I yanked my clothes off and found myself on top of her right away.
I spun her around, pushing her onto her back on the bed. I couldn't resist another glance at her pretty little pussy. It had closed up now, sealing in Rod's precious gift. It made me want her more, knowing he was inside. I wanted to fuck my spunk into her too.
She opened her legs, like a willing slut taking another customer. I didn't kiss her or fondle her tits. All I could think of was sinking my cock into her cunt and fucking her until it drained. As I pushed into her sex, she put her arms around my neck and gazed into my eyes.
"Does it feel good? Knowing another man's cum is swimming inside my body?" she whispered with a smile.
It felt more than good. It was so fucking hot. Like a competition inside her womb. Let the best seed win. I fucked her, pushing my cock as deep into her as I could, knowing full well it would never come close going as deep as Rodney had gone. Still, I had to try.
She didn't seem to react to my love-making. She was patient and kind, enduring my need like she said she would. She smiled. She looked into my eyes. But how could she enjoy anything like my cock after being stretched so completely by one like Rod's? I wondered if she could even feel me at all inside her.
My orgasm swelled inside me and I wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to do something that would repay the favour she was giving me by letting me fuck her while she was still full of Rodney's cum. I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, playing at it with my tongue.
But she pulled me up. She pulled me up and smiled. "Does this feel good?" I asked, rutting against her hoping that the answer was going to be "yes."
"It feels fine, baby. Just enjoy yourself," she whispered, smiling a little wider.
As much as I wanted to please her, to reclaim her as mine, I knew that it was a hopeless task just then. I cupped her tit with one hand and focused on getting the job done.
I felt my nuts squeeze up between my legs. I felt my cock harden inside my wife. I felt her tighten around me. For a second I thought I might have brought her to an orgasm but when I looked up at her, I realized she was squeezing for my benefit.
"Fuck me baby. Fuck me up full of your cum, too," she whispered against my ear.
It sent me barrelling over the edge. I slammed into the screaming pleasure of a massive orgasm. I heard myself shout. My hips slammed against her, driving my cock into her used cunt. I felt seed rush into her. I felt Rod's cum come spurting out from the force of my fuck. It dripped along my shaft and down my balls as I fucked and fucked.
Then it was over. I sailed down from the peak of my pleasure and the room and reality and life came flooding back. I realized how heavily I was breathing. I rolled off of Natalia and over to the side of the bed. She curled up against me and we
lay there together, her lost in her own thoughts and me lost in mine.
Epilogue
"What do you think?" I looked up from my phone to see Natalia holding up a baby outfit.
"I think it's...very cute."
She narrowed her eyes. "You don't care do you?"
I couldn't help but sigh. We were going on hour three in this particular store. She was a woman obsessed. "Baby," I said, stepping closer to her and kissing her forehead, "I care what you think. Do you like it?"
She scrunched up her nose and stared at the outfit as if she were examining a piece of modern art. "I don't know. Do you think it's too...blue?"
I chuckled and kissed her again, this time on the cheek. I let my hand settle on her hard, round belly. She'd stayed in remarkably good shape, through the pregnancy but now she looked ready to burst. Despite the extra weight, she still carried herself with grace. She was still stunning.
My cock moved.
"What do you say I take you to dinner," I asked, leaning in to kiss her neck. She softened as my lips touched her skin.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Then we go home," I murmured.
"Yes?"
"I run you a bath," I whispered.
I heard her smile. "Yes?"
Another gentle kiss, this time on the back of her neck.
"And what's in this for you, coach?" she asked.
"Well, I thought you could be in charge of that."
She turned around and stared deep into my eyes. Her smile waned. She looked to one side, then the other, then seeing that the coast was clear reached a hand between my legs and felt my hardness. One corner of her mouth curled back up. She asked the question slowly.
"How about a nice, long fuck?"
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue