The Complete BBW Hotwife

by Sadie Somerton

  Drew back and thrust a little harder, a little faster.

  She was groaning now, and I worried that were being too noisy.

  She must have had the same thought, and she buried her face into Hugo’s neck, smothering her sounds.

  The feel of her ass against me and that tight ring of muscles gripping my dick as I fucked her was like nothing I’d known before.

  I started to thrust faster, pulling all the way back and then driving deep.

  I took my weight on my hands, either side of the two of them, so that I was over her, driving down, my balls swinging against her with each thrust.

  I don’t know who came first, me or Hugo.

  There are times when you feel the climax approaching and you do all you can to draw it out, but others when you have no control and this was one of those. I felt it about to erupt, and thrust harder, deeper.

  Felt that knot of delicious tension deep in my groin.

  Pushed deep and held it.

  Hugo cried out and I felt a shifting deep inside Catherine.

  We almost tumbled apart as Hugo thrust upwards.

  Catherine clung on, though, keeping us together. Everything tightened and that clenching of her ass took me over the edge. A pulse of semen surged up my dick and exploded inside her.

  I drew back, thrust again, felt more come surging into her.

  Felt everything tightening around me.

  Heard her gasping, all of us gasping, as we clung on tight, riding out our shared climaxes.

  When I pushed again I was going soft, suddenly even more aware of the tight grip of her ass on my dick.

  She slumped.

  We all did.

  I pushed again, not wanting it to end.

  Not sure how we would untangle ourselves.

  Not caring.

  Pressed against her, all the sensations different now.

  So glad that Hugo had been wrong, and none of this was a dream.

  §

  I lie with Lucy now, her fingers wrapped around my dick, rubbing me against the softness of her belly, just waiting for her to steer me lower.

  “You liked that story?” I ask.

  She nods.

  “I did,” she says. “I liked it a lot.”

  She squeezes again.

  “You like the idea of two dicks at the same time?”

  Another nod.

  “Maybe we should arrange something, then.”

  Have I mentioned how much I love the way Lucy’s mind works? The way she responds? The way that simple mischievous smile can say so much?

  “But first,” I say, and I start to move down her body with my mouth.

  We’ve talked for long enough.

  Now’s the time for something else...

  Take Two

  “What if I seduced one of your friends? How would that make you feel?”

  I lay in bed, one leg curled across my husband Jason’s lap. Hot, spent, wet. His dick was trapped beneath my thigh, a soft pressure nestled in a coarse tangle of hair. My pussy was against his hip, the hardness of bone against me keeping me deliciously turned on, even though we both should be exhausted by now. I’m like that, though: it takes me a while to come down; once I’m turned on I just keep on going...

  And sometimes when we found ourselves lying together like this we would talk, and our talk would turn to...

  “Would it bother you that your friend was getting what’s yours? Would you visualize? Would it turn you on?”

  Jason liked me to explore. He’d liked it that time I’d hooked up with my old friend Bradley. He’d even helped set that up. He’d liked it, too, when I’d ended up in bed with Celia.

  But now... now he seemed hesitant. Had I pushed things just a little too far, with my fantasies?

  “It’d be hot, yes,” he said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “And no, I wouldn’t be jealous. It turns me on that you might do something like that, but you would always come back to me.”

  “I would,” I said. “And I’d be sure to tell you all about it.”

  “I like that about you, babe.”

  “So why the hesitation?” I rolled my pelvis a little, enjoying his hip against me. The talk was turning me on even more. Just the thought of it.

  “Well,” he said, “do you know what would be even hotter? If I joined in.”

  I looked at him, intrigued. He’d never shown any interest in joining in my little adventures before. And he knew very well that he was playing to one of my longest standing fantasies. Me with two guys. Two mouths on me... four hands, two dicks. Being the center of attention for more than one lover. Such a naughty fantasy...

  “How would you feel?” I asked. “Up close like that with another guy?” I didn’t mean that they might, you know, get involved with each other, but some kind of contact would be inevitable. I knew how competitive guys could get, too.

  “I like it when you tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said. “I visualize, but I’m only ever imagining it. I’d like to see for real. I’d like to see you with another man’s dick in your mouth. That’s one Hell of a turn-on! I’d like to see you so aroused by what you’ve always fantasized about.”

  I shifted my leg a little. He was getting hard again, already.

  “Who?” I asked now. “Who are you seeing now, with his dick in my mouth?”

  §

  Robbie Gilmont was one of Jason’s closest friends. They played golf, and always shared a few drinks afterwards. They played cards. They’d been on road trips together way back before Jason and I were a thing, and I’d heard enough to know they’d had a good time back then.

  “Robbie’s always had a thing for you, Lucy.”

  I still found it hard to see myself in those terms. An object of desire. Of lust.

  I look after myself, but I’d be the first to admit I carry a few extra pounds. I like to think that they’re mostly in the right places, but I’m still very conscious of my size when I’m around other people. People like my friend Celia, who’s obscenely skinny and yet still manages to have all the right proportions.

  And Robbie... Probably somewhere between me and Jason in age, late twenties, perhaps, he’s slim and athletic. Moves like a big cat, all languorous and full of poised power, like a coiled spring. Cover model good looks all wrapped up in designer clothes and tucked into the latest flashy sports car. That was Robbie.

  How could sexy, cool as an iceberg Robbie Gilmont possibly have a thing for me?

  “No,” I said. “No way.”

  “Way.”

  “Really?”

  §

  “He said ‘no’...”

  Way to knock a girl’s confidence!

  I took a sip from my mojito and looked out across the river. We were at a little cocktail bar in town, at our favorite table, outside on the raised decking by the water. It was just about the perfect day to let a summer evening idle past. Usually.

  “I put it to him,” said Jason. “I told him we’d get together at our place, have a few drinks, take it from there. I said you were keen. He almost ran!”

  “I thought you said he had a thing for me?”

  “He does. Or at least he did when you and I first got together – he blabbed his big mouth about all the things he’d like to do with you, before he realized we were serious. I thought he’d just been diplomatic since then, particularly once you and I were married. I didn’t think he’d...”

  Gone off me. Had I really let myself go that much since I’d settled down with Jason?

  These adventures... they were supposed to make me feel sexy and desired, not the opposite!

  Jason reached out and covered my hand with his.

  “So he’s gone off me?”

  Jason shook his head. “I really don’t think he has. If anything, the opposite. You might think guys usually think with their dicks, but Robbie’s a sensitive guy. If he’s still holding a thing for you, then maybe it’s just too complicated. He’s my friend. I’m married to you. Maybe I got it all wrong:
maybe he just can’t fit all that together, you know what I mean?”

  I did, kind of. It’s not as if things hadn’t been all messed up in my own head, ever since that night with Bradley.

  I loved Jason. I love him. But part of that love is the freedom to explore. The trust. The enjoyment of each other’s enjoyment. And as Jason had said before, no matter what we got up to, I would always find my way back to him.

  Which is all good and well, but...

  I’ve slept with another man. And another woman.

  It gets complicated.

  So yes, I could see that Robbie’s response was always going to be more complex than you might at first expect.

  But still...

  He said ‘no’...

  §

  I tried not to dwell on Robbie’s reaction. Tried, if possible, not to take it too personally.

  But it was inevitable that I’d run into Robbie again before too long, and I had to work out how I was going to handle that.

  “Are things okay between the two of you?” I asked Jason. “Since, you know...?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, babe. They’re fine. Robbie’s a good guy and we’re both grown-ups. You still okay to come?”

  Drinks at the golf club. A thing we’d done a thousand times before. I smoothed my clothes down, a pencil skirt with a slit high up the back, a tailored blouse that emphasized the hour-glass shape of my figure.

  “I’m fine,” I said. “It’ll be good to see everyone again.”

  We took a cab out to the club. The course was tucked into a bend in the river, some of the holes on the flat, while others followed the undulations of the hilly ground as it climbed away from the water. I’d tried playing, but only once. Most of my balls ended up in the water or in the trees. All those lost balls could have got very expensive if I’d kept it up. The club’s lounge bar was much more my kind of recreation.

  We weren’t the first to arrive, and soon I was swept up in the thick of it. The friends I hadn’t seen for a while, catching up on their families and vacations and all the latest gossip. Robbie’s arrival took me by surprise – so much so that I did a double-take, realized it was him hanging back in the doorway, then had a second or two to wonder why he seemed hesitant and why it was that I should have been watching out for him.

  Then it all came rushing back, and I looked away, blushing like a fool, totally losing track of whatever it was that Lily was telling me about her son’s travels in Australia.

  When I looked again, Robbie had come into the room and joined a small group by the big windows that looked out over the eighteenth hole. I glanced across at Jason and he indicated with his eyes and a nod of the head. We’d already discussed how to get past this initial awkwardness, and agreed that I should just say ‘Hello’ to Robbie and take it from there.

  I made my excuses, backed away from Lily and her husband and went across to the window.

  “Hey there,” I said.

  Robbie had seen me approaching.

  “Hey.”

  His smile seemed genuine, relaxed, but then he always had been a cool character.

  “How’s things?”

  He shrugged. “You know.”

  “Awkward, right?” This wasn’t part of the plan. We were supposed to just make small talk until we got past any difficulty, not say, “Listen, I’m sorry about all that, okay? It’s just... you know, Jason and I got talking and, well...”

  Robbie’s eyes widened. “You mean he wasn’t joking?”

  I hesitated, perhaps a moment too long, then slapped Robbie on the arm and laughed. “Ha! Caught you twice.”

  He hesitated too, then joined my laughter.

  “Yeah, right,” he said.

  “So, played recently?” I asked, nodding out towards the green where a couple of white-haired men were making the best of the failing light.

  The awkwardness passed almost immediately, and we joined Jason and a couple of the other regulars, the four of them drinking bourbon and teasing me because I found the taste too chemical and sharp.

  “Rum and Coke’s a children’s drink,” Robbie laughed, picking on my own choice of drink.

  “I’d love to have had your parents!”

  It grew dark outside, and before I knew it the evening was over and Jason and I were in the cab heading for home.

  “Good evening?” he asked.

  I snuggled in under his arm, my hand on his belly. “Mmm,” I said. “It was.”

  “Good to get back to normal with Robbie?”

  “It was.” I paused, then added, “I think you’re wrong, you know.”

  He waited for me to go on.

  “About Robbie. I think he was just surprised. I think he’s open to persuasion.”

  “Really? What makes you think that?”

  I glanced up, and he must know immediately from my look that I’d been holding something back.

  “Oh, I can be pretty sure,” I said. I let my arm slip down, so my forearm pressed into Jason’s lap. “A girl can tell when a man’s interested.” Immediately Jason started to respond to my touch.

  “‘Interested’?”

  I rolled my arm against his growing hardness. “Mmm,” I said. “Interested. Robbie was definitely interested...”

  §

  That evening, somewhere between awkward first conversation and leaving with my husband in the cab, things had moved on.

  I’d been watching Robbie carefully, and slowly convincing myself that he wasn’t quite himself. He was more guarded. Less spontaneous. I’m sure nobody else noticed anything, but the more I looked the more I was convinced: Robbie was normally so relaxed in company, but not tonight. He really had been thrown by Jason’s suggestion.

  At one point he slipped outside. I thought he’d actually left, and that worried me. I hated to think that our friendship might have been spoiled. Then I spotted him out of the big window.

  I went out to join him.

  “Popped out for a cigarette break?”

  He turned. “I don’t smoke.”

  “I know. You okay?”

  He nodded, but it was little more than an automatic response. Then his shoulders dropped and he smiled. “Yeah, yeah I am,” he said. “I’m sorry. Just a lot on my mind. Lots of things going on, you know?”

  “I hope it’s nothing to do with me or Jason.”

  He seemed genuinely puzzled. “What? No. Why would...?” Then: “Ah. No, no of course not. That was just... Well, a laugh, right? No, there’s lots going on in my life right now. Lots to contend with, you know?”

  We stood at a railing, and now I turned to lean against it. “What kind of things?”

  “Oh, family, work, my apartment. Nothing you need to worry about.”

  I nodded. “If there’s anything we can do.”

  His smile was wide and immediate, a flash of white in the darkness. “Thanks. I really appreciate that.”

  I stepped forward and put my arms around him, an everyday hug. A friend’s hug. No more.

  His arms folded around me, and he pressed his face into my hair. Still just a friendly hug, but just a hint of...

  He shouldn’t have been pressing his face into my hair like that.

  The sensation of my breasts squashed against his hard ribs shouldn’t have felt so good.

  And that hardness growing between us...

  I looked up at him.

  His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out.

  It could only have lasted a second or two, that moment, but it was enough. I held him tight, pressed against his still-growing erection with a slight roll of the hips. Buried my face into his chest.

  He hesitated, then pulled me closer, harder.

  “He meant it,” I gasped. He must know I was talking about Jason, his offer.

  “I know.”

  His hand tipped my chin up, his lips found mine. A taste of bourbon, a scrape of stubble, a sudden thumping of the heart.

  I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants a
nd pulled him even harder against me.

  A sound at the doorway interrupted us. We pulled apart and my hand dropped, my knuckles brushing tantalizingly against that hardness – enough to tell me it was pretty substantial – and then Robbie laughed and said, “We should be getting back inside. People will talk.”

  And later, in the cab on the way home, my arm pressing down into Jason’s lap, I said, “I think you should talk to him again, darling. I think you just might get a different answer.”

  §

  Things moved quickly.

  Only a couple of nights later, Jason was in the kitchen and I was arranging the table when the doorbell went.

  I straightened, pausing only to admire my efforts – the best silverware, the finest crystal, the floral centerpiece. When I opened the door he stood there, jacket hanging loose from those broad shoulders, open-neck shirt, chinos, distressed leather shoes. Yes, I paused to look him up and down, but then he did the same to me, and I’m pretty sure we both liked what we saw.

  He laughed, spread his hands either side of his hips, and said, “Are we really...?”

  I reached for that open shirt, took a handful, and pulled him inside.

  Nudging the door shut with my hip, I pushed him back up against one wall, my arms flat on the wall to either side of him, my breasts squashed against him.

  I nodded. “We are,” I said.

  That glint in his eye, the little smile pulling at his mouth.

  I pressed against him, surprising even myself at how bold I was being.

  He started to respond and I reached down, growing even bolder. Through his pants, his shaft felt fat and long, held tightly in place by his clothes. I wanted to release it, and for a split second I considered dropping to my knees right there.

  I glanced up, saw the direction of Robbie’s look. Jason stood in a doorway, a small towel in his hands. He was smiling, his eyes slightly narrowed. I recognized that look: he was as turned on as me.

  “I...” said Robbie.

  I squeezed, started to rub. Then stood back, away. Turning, I approached Jason and tipped up to kiss him on the lips, then let them both follow me through.

  §

  We ate.

  Jason had prepared oysters Rockefeller, followed by steamed blue crabs. The food was immaculate, but I don’t think any of us really noticed.