The Ganging of a Hotwife - Volume 1: 10 Book Erotica Bundle!

by Sylvia Redmond

  I didn’t have a whole lot of time to look at my husband. The black guy was picking me up again and spinning me around. I was now facing the owner of the garage and I knew what he wanted. I reached up and grabbed his hard cock and put it in my mouth. If they would just stop touching me maybe I could get the owner off before I had an orgasm.

  I knew they wouldn’t stop touching me though. That was the whole point. I was buck naked and blowing their boss. And I knew from my husband’s vantage point now he was looking directly at my naked pussy. I knew it would be obvious to him how excited this was all making me. My pussy was dripping wet and he would be looking right at it.

  I felt the black one touching me back there and knew that meant good news and bad news. The good news is he was now blocking my husband’s view, so he couldn’t know how wet I was. The bad news is I was getting ready to be fucked, which meant potentially having an orgasm before getting the owner of the garage off.

  I started sucking harder. I felt his knees buckle a little and I brought a hand up to stroke him while I went to work feverishly. I was in a race against time now. I wanted to get him to come first before the black one started fucking me. I could feel his cock against me now though so I felt like it was a race I was losing.

  I thought about that fucking car. The thing had been giving us problems for months now. We had talked about trading it in but we need at least two more paychecks to have enough for a down payment. We never should have taken this trip if we didn’t think the car would make it.

  Oh god, he’s pushing it in now, and I feel his finger on my ass!

  I wanted to tell myself this was all a big mistake. I wanted to be mad at the two of us for making the wrong decision. But as I felt the orgasm start to hit me, I realized I was loving all of it. And I started thinking about how we ended up in this situation to begin with…

  Chapter 1

  “What do you think?” I asked him.

  I didn’t really need to ask him, I already knew what he thought. I was modeling the bikini I had bought for my husband and it was racier than anything I had ever purchased before. He had complained that I never wore anything that showed off my big tits so I had gone all in on the bathing suit. Watching him now as I asked the question I could tell he approved.

  “Holy shit!” he said as he got up off the bed.

  It was the first string bikini I had ever owned. My chest was big enough that I usually just went the safe one-piece suit route. But I had been working my ass off at the gym and felt good about the way my legs and ass looked. When I saw the black string two-piece I figured I’d give Nick a treat.

  “That looks fucking great on you” he said as he came over to touch me. “I’m just glad we’re going to some place where no one we know will be there!”

  It was just a little mini vacation for us. We were going to take a trip up the coast and hit one of the beaches off the beaten track. We wanted some place far away from all the tourist bullshit where we could relax. If we were going to be at a place like that I figured I might as well let my hair down.

  A short beach excursion was the most that we could currently afford, and even that would be stretching the budget. Nick was between gigs and my modeling had slowed way down. Still, we had enough for a couple of six packs and a tank of gas. As long as we made it a day trip, it was the only thing we could afford.

  Nick already had his hands on my tits, and the bulge in his pants was signaling his approval of my swimsuit. His one hand went to my back and a second later I felt my full tits swinging free. He had them in his hands and was kissing them, but that wasn’t what I wanted at the moment. I had felt sexy standing there in that two piece suit, and when I felt sexy there was always something I like to do to him.

  I pushed him onto the bed and started unbuckling his jeans. He was still playing with my tits but I fought him off as best as I could while I got the zipper down. By the time I had his jeans pulled off his body he relented somewhat and leaned his head back. When I lowered my mouth on him he moaned and I felt his hands on my head.

  It was something I had really just got interested in over the last year. Nick and I had been married for eight years but I was never really interested in sucking his cock. Something in me had changed in the last year, much to my husband’s delight. I started to relish how sexy I felt and how I could control the tempo – I started to love sucking on his cock.

  He moaned and twisted his hips as he made another attempt at grabbing my tits. I pushed his hands away and wrapped my hand around him and started to pump him slowly. He moaned again and his hands dropped to his side. I knew once I would start pumping his shaft it would settle him down.

  I loved the taste of my husband in my mouth. I loved feeling his body as he got ready to cum on me. These days I would suck on him even if I knew I would be climbing on top of him to fuck him. Maybe it was a power thing, but my pussy was wet now just thinking about it.

  I brought my other hand up and started to rub his balls. His moaning got louder and I knew he was getting ready to climax. I took him out of my mouth and stroked him fast – three, four, five times. His back arched and I watched with delight as his cock shot his warm sperm all over his stomach.

  I propped myself on one elbow and finished lightly tugging at his cock until it was done twitching. He was laying there spent as I traced my fingers over him.

  “So you like the bathing suit?” I asked him.

  Chapter 2

  We got to the beach early and spent most of the mid-morning there as the sun came up. It was hot enough that there were not too many people and we found a spot that afforded us relative privacy. Nick was more than willing to rub sun tan lotion on my body and took every opportunity he could to get his fingers under my suit. But by the time lunch time came the heat was starting to get unbearable.

  There were some other guys on the beach and I knew they would watch me as I went down to the water. Nick had remarked on it too and counted it as a sign of how good I looked. By 2:00 we decided to call it quits because it had gotten too hot. I threw on a cover-up and we packed our things into the car and hit the road.

  The car was acting funny on the way up to the beach, but it was an old car with a list of issues so we didn’t pay it much mind. On the way home Nick tried to take a short cut because the car started sounding worse. When we heard the pop come from the engine the car stopped running and coasted to a stop. We were in an unfamiliar town but were within sight of an auto garage so Nick took a walk to their office.

  I stayed with the car and it was only about fifteen minutes until Nick returned with a mechanic who offered us a tow. They pulled our dead car to his garage and brought it into the bays to have a look at it. It was still insufferably hot outside and the mechanic told us we could sit in their waiting room while he had a look. I noticed the two other men in the garage when Nick and I got in their lounge and I took a seat.

  I noticed the other men but I was pretty sure they noticed me first. I saw the one who had brought us in speaking to the other two and then watched all six eyes fall on me. I was suddenly self-conscious that I was still wearing the bikini with only a cover-up over it. I pulled the cover-up against me and crossed my arms across my chest while the three men continued to look at me.

  The one who had towed us was talking to a dark good looking guy who was looking at me and nodding. The third man was black and bigger than the other two. He said something to the first two and the three of them laughed. Then the black one went back to the car he was working on and the other two started looking at ours.

  The two working on our car took well over an hour. The afternoon was slipping past us and the sun was starting to go down outside. The dark, good looking guy finally came into the lounge and introduced himself as Anthony, the garage owner. He had movie star good looks and a smudge of grease on his strong chin that would have given himself away as a mechanic if I had met him on the street.

  “It’s going to be about $700” Anthony told us. “We’ve got most
of it done but have one more part we need to get in. I’ve got it on the lift now, and am hoping to have it done by the end of the day for you.”

  I could feel Anthony’s eyes on my chest and I crossed my arms again while I started panicking. Nick and I looked at each other. Neither of us expected them to be doing work on the car. We certainly didn’t have $700 that we could give them. And we were essentially screwed if we needed to leave there with our broken car on Anthony’s lift.

  “We can’t afford that” Nick told him. “I thought you guys were only looking at it for us, we don’t have that kind of money.”

  “What are you talking about?” Anthony quipped back at him. “You came in here with your pretty wife and said you needed your car fixed. I thought we were doing you a favor.”

  The tone of voice was getting louder and I could see the other two guys stopping their work and watching us from inside the garage.

  “Why don’t you just get our car off the lift and we’ll get out of here” Nick said.

  “Who’s going to pay for my labor?” Anthony said. “Not to mention I’ve already got new parts in your car pal.”

  It was starting to get ugly, and the other two men were standing outside the glass lounge window watching us now.

  “Unless you’re willing to let sweet tits here blow me to settle your bill” Anthony tacked on sarcastically at the end.

  I felt Nick stepping forward next to me. I knew he was going to take a swing at Anthony, and judging by the two guys on the other side of the garage glass I knew that we would be in big trouble. It occurred to me that we had a chance to get out of there and have them fix our car for nothing. I put my hand on Nick’s arm and stopped him before he had a chance to swing.

  Chapter 3

  “A blowjob?” I said to Anthony. “Is that all you want, a blowjob?”

  I could feel Nick’s eyes on me, and I watched as Anthony looked at Nick before speaking to me.

  “For each of us” he said. “We’ve each worked on your car. You blow each one of us and we’ll fix it for free. Hell I’ll even change the oil before we take it off the lift.”

  I felt my husband’s hand on my arm as he pulled me away from Anthony into the corner of his waiting area.

  “You guys talk it over” Anthony said and he stepped into the garage to talk to the other two men.

  “Are you fucking out of your mind?” Nick asked me. “What the fuck are you thinking?”

  “I’ll tell you what I’m thinking” I told him. “I’ll get these three clowns off in under ten minutes probably and we save ourselves $700. I know it sounds crazy but we don’t have much of a choice do we? Even if they let us leave here with the car fucked up what do we do then?”

  “Are you sure about this?” he said.

  “Yeah, no problem. We tell them I do it right here and you have to be here. What’s the worst that could happen?” I told him, trying not to think too hard about the answers to that question.

  The three of them were on the other side of the glass watching us. I didn’t even give Nick a chance to give me his official blessing. I wanted to be able to take responsibility for what I was about to do without him feeling guilty. So I looked at the three of them and nodded, and watched them come back into the waiting area.

  Chapter 4

  “My husband has to stay here” I blurted out.

  “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine” Anthony said. “Blow Frank first, he’s the one that brought you back here after all.”

  I looked at Frank.

  Ok, he was the smallest of the three of them, no problem

  I walked over and got on my knees in front of Frank. I unzipped his pants and gave them a hard tug, bringing them to the floor in one shot. I knew that the other two men were probably shocked at my forwardness, but I had been giving my husband head like a pro for the previous twelve months. I looked at Frank’s modest cock and thought I could get him off in five minutes or less.

  I took him in my mouth and felt him start to harden. I started swirling my tongue around him and wrapped my hand around his cock to stroke him. I thought I heard him moan and I took my other hand and started to massage his balls. He was instantly hard now and I smiled inside knowing I was that much closer to scratching the first cock off my list.

  I felt hands on my back and turned to see Anthony lifting the cover-up.

  “Hey, hey, hey” Nick said, stopping Anthony in his tracks.

  I took Frank’s cock out of my mouth long enough to say “It’s ok” and then started sucking him again.

  The three guys laughed and let out cat calls, and I knew Nick wasn’t happy. In my head it was all part of my strategy. If there were looking at my tits they would get more excited and I would be able to get them off quicker. I felt Anthony lifting the cover-up over my head. I could feel Frank’s cock throbbing in my mouth as I felt the tug on my bikini top. A moment later I felt the cool air of the garage on my exposed nipples.

  I could hear the men excitedly slapping each other as my tits bobbed free. I felt Anthony’s hand’s on them and I jumped reflexively without skipping a beat on Frank’s cock. I knew his breathing was getting faster and thought I had him almost there. I gripped him with my one hand and started to pump him faster.

  I felt his body twitch and I listened to him groan right before he came. His cock opened up and a thick jet of sperm spilled out and hit me on the leg. I kept stroking him through two or three more jets of sperm until he finished. The other guys cheered in celebration and then I felt hands on my ass.

  Anthony was at the tie on my bottoms before I had a chance to stop him. He gave them a quick tug and easily got them undone. Before I had a chance to grab them the big black guy reached down to pick me up.

  “Anthony, it’s your turn” he said, “But I think we should move to your office.”

  Chapter 5

  The black guy swept me into his arms without so much as a grunt. I looked at my bikini bottoms lying on the floor as he carried me through the doorway of the lobby. There was another door to an office immediately adjacent to where we had been. Anthony flipped on the light and I saw that we were in an office that had more comfortable couches and chairs.

  He put my down on my knees on the rug. Anthony was in front of me a moment later and was unzipping his pants. His eyes never left my body as she lowered his briefs. His cock was larger than Frank’s but still looked manageable and I got ready for number two.

  He surprised me by getting on his knees himself right in front of me. He wanted to be closer to me and reached out first to fondle my breasts. I knew Nick was getting uneasy because I could feel him stirring out of the corner of my eye. I watched Anthony as he felt me up and was struck by how handsome he was. He finished with my breasts and then leaned back to expose his cock to me.

  “Come and get it” he said.

  He was sitting almost Indian style on the floor and I needed to lean over in order to suck on him. I realized now this had probably been his plan as his hands came down on me. I got his cock in my mouth and tried to blow him but my angle was awkward. I had to struggle to get a good position and with each turn of my body I felt his hands probing me further.

  I could smell his sexy scent as I finally got my mouth latched on him. I was only able to suck on him for a moment because by that time he was freely grasping at my breasts. I could feel him stroking them and tugging on my hard nipples. As hard as I tried to pleasure him I needed to lift my head off of him so that I could moan.

  “Oh man that’s hot” I heard the black one say.

  I had forgotten he was even there. I realized when he spoke that the angle I was at to suck on Anthony had me raising my ass high in the air. The black guy and my husband both had a front row seat looking directly at my wet pussy. I tried to push the idea from my head as I lowered my mouth back to Anthony and tried to blow him.

  I wanted to get him off. I had the talent to do it, I knew I did. But he had me at such an odd angle I was having difficulty. And his damn hands would
n’t stop touching me.

  His hands were on my tits, then on my mouth, then rubbing my ass. He would put his fingers in my mouth to wet them and then would pinch my nipples with them. I kept trying to concentrate on his cock but I realized it was a fight I was losing – I was getting closer to an orgasm than he was. And then I felt the black guy touching my pussy.

  I had assumed it was his hands at first. I thought if it had been anything else Nick would have said something. A second later I knew whatever it was couldn’t possibly be a finger, it was too damn big.

  Was that his cock?

  I lifted my head long enough from Anthony to turn and look behind me. I saw the black guy on his knees with his huge cock in his hand. He already had the tip in my pussy and was just starting to push it in. I looked at Nick, wondering why he had said nothing, and saw him stroking his own, hard cock.

  Chapter 6

  “Go ahead Ray” Anthony said and I felt the black guy push.

  I gasped as I felt it and I tried to steady my already shaky limbs. He pushed again and got himself a few inches further. By the time he got the whole thing in, I realized exactly how excited I had been.

  “Good girl” Anthony said, and he brought my mouth back down to his cock.

  I tried to finish what I had started and tried to suck him harder. I took my hand and wrapped it around him in a futile effort to get him off. And then I felt Ray dragging his delicious, fat cock back out of me.

  “No, don’t” I moaned as I lifted my head off of Anthony.

  Anthony laughed and pushed my mouth back down to his cock.