A Hotwife's Journey

by Delores Swallows

  The sound of the river told Nigel he was almost at the car park. Another thought struck him: Maybe Karen had revealed exactly what she was up to, and the guy had suggested Nigel come along to watch.

  Could I go along with that?

  By the time he’d crossed the bridge, he had another erection straining against the inside of his trousers. He was confident he’d be more than happy to watch the guy do anything and everything to his wife…

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  Chapter Three

  The path from the bridge was elevated enough for Nigel to see his car was the only vehicle left in the car park, and that Karen was alone in the front seats. He walked a little faster, fumbling for his keys.

  Something had gone wrong.

  Once at the car he opened the driver’s door and slid behind the wheel. “What happened?”

  She shook her head, her expression taut. “Nothing happened.”

  Puzzlement became concern. He rested his hand on her arm. “What did he do?”

  “He lied, told me he was separated.”

  Nigel exhaled, relieved she was only angry and not scared. “But?”

  “But when we got into his car, he said we couldn’t go back to his place. He suggested we took a drive and found a nice spot.”

  Nigel couldn’t help but smile. “Nookie in the car might have been fun.”

  She scoffed and shook her head. “The twat isn’t separated at all. He’s still married. That’s why he couldn’t take me back.”

  “So, the problem was the wife, not that he wanted sex in his car?”

  “It was a Vauxhall Astra!” She glared out of the windscreen and then back at him, as if flabbergasted. “Maybe if he drove a Jag or a Lexus, it might have been a different story, but I stopped spreading my legs in Vauxhall Astras in 1995.”

  Nigel couldn’t help laughing. “Snob.”

  She giggled along with him, the tension finally broken. “I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward—”

  “I thought we both were?”

  “I was. I definitely was. I was hot to trot and really up for it. He was good looking, funny and seemed nice.”

  “So why didn’t you? I mean, really?”

  “What d’you mean, ‘really’? I’ve just told you—his wife was waiting for him at home. He might not be happily married, but I doubt if he’s mentioned that to her. She probably thinks everything’s hunky dory, and in the meantime he picks up loose women and fucks them in the back of his Astra.”

  “So Sean being married wasn’t a problem, but this guy being married was?”

  She seemed surprised. “Sean was special.”

  “Special?” A niggling jealousy stabbed him.

  “I mean the situation was special.” She shook her head. “No, maybe unique’s a better word.”

  Nigel frowned, still irked that her feelings for Sean went far beyond what she pretended.

  “When I met Sean in Copenhagen, the chemistry was instant.”

  “So he didn’t need to try very hard to get you into bed?”

  “I’m saying he didn’t have to lie to make himself seem more… I don’t know.”

  “Fuck-worthy?”

  She laughed. “Something like that.”

  “They were both married—why did tonight’s guy have to jump through hoops?”

  “He didn’t!” Karen groaned. “Look, I know you’re disappointed, but please don’t start picking at me. If he’d admitted he was married, I might well have fucked him anyway. I just didn’t like him lying about it.” She put her hand on his. “Are you mad at me?”

  Nigel was, but he knew better than to admit it. “I wouldn’t want you to go through with something you’d regret afterwards.”

  Karen tipped her head back and let out a sigh. “I should have ignored his lies and gone for a drive.” She looked at him. “I let him pin me against his car and grope my tit while he kissed me.”

  His cock swelled. “Really?”

  “Yep. His car was on a small car park off some back street. At the time I thought we were heading back to his house, so when he stepped close I was still in the mood.”

  “How was the kiss?”

  She smiled. “Nice. He had one hand behind my neck, massaging.”

  Nigel smiled. “And his other hand?”

  “Roaming over my left breast. His fingers became quite well-acquainted with my nipple.”

  “Did you feel him up?”

  “No, but when he leaned in I could feel his hard-on pressing against me.”

  “Did you actually get into his car?”

  “Yes. But when he suggested a drive into the country, I knew he’d lied about his wife.”

  “So, what did you do?” Nigel could imagine her rage. “Did you shout and swear?”

  She laughed. “Not at all. I opened the door and suggested he go home to his wife.”

  “No goodnight kiss?”

  “No. He’d already had a tug at my nipple, which was more than he deserved.”

  Nigel laughed and started the car. “Shall we go home?”

  “Please.”

  “What was his name, by the way?”

  “Well he told me it was Richard, but that could have been another lie.”

  Nigel manoeuvred out of the car park and onto the street. A few minutes later they were leaving the town behind.

  When they arrived home, Karen kicked off her sandals and flopped down onto the couch. “Are you going to ravish me here, since we’re alone in the house?”

  Nigel shook his head, heading straight upstairs. He’d been making plans throughout the drive home. “No. Come to the bedroom,” he called over his shoulder.

  When she caught up, Nigel was already standing by the bed with his arms folded, three of his ties at the ready. He kept his face straight as he looked her up and down. “Take your blouse off.”

  Karen’s eyes opened wide for a second, then she did as instructed without a word.

  “And your skirt.”

  A hint of a smile crossed her face.

  Nigel looked at her body in the white bra and panties she’d chosen for the stranger. “Remove your bra.”

  She reached for the clip.

  Nigel looked at her full breasts, the nipples already erect. “Lie in the middle of the bed and spread your legs.” He nodded approvingly as she complied. “Put your hands together and grip the headboard.”

  He tied one end of a tie around her left ankle, pulled it tight, and secured the other end to the bed leg. He did the same to her right, and the final tie bound her wrists to the headboard.

  Karen giggled. “You do realise you’ve left my panties on?”

  He looked down at her body, then back into her eyes. Flashing her a wicked smile while walking over to her dressing table, he gathered two miniature claw clips—the kind designed to be only just big enough to hold a section of hair back from the face. He tested one around the tip of his little finger: no sharp edges on the tortoiseshell plastic, and the hinges were fairly weak. Returning to the bed, he took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled it taut, then fastened the clip along the length of it so the swollen tip of her nipple protruded from the end.

  Karen stared open-mouthed.

  He fitted the second clip, then stood back and regarded her prostrate body, admiring her flat tummy and toned legs. Walking around to the end of the bed, he trailed his fingers over her foot. “When I saw you painting your nails earlier, I kept imagining your feet as you spread your legs for your new lover.” He held her gaze. “I imagined your painted fingers wrapping around his cock and guiding it inside you.”

  “Well… if you untie my hands, I’ll use my fingers to guide your cock inside me.” Her voice was low and sexy, and she raised her groin in invitation.

  Nigel knelt on the bed between her feet, bent forward so his face was over her crotch, and inhaled through his nose. “I can smell how eager you were for a strange
r’s cock.”

  Karen looked uncomfortable, but only for a brief moment. “Yes, I was.”

  He pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, slid the tip of his finger through the slick outer folds of her sex, then brought his finger up to his lips and sucked the tip into his mouth. “Hmm, very eager.”

  Nigel returned his hand to her sex and pushed two fingers deep inside, curling them up against her G-spot.

  She let out a groan and pushed her bum into the mattress, clamping her muscles around his fingers. “Fuck me.”

  He shook his head.

  “Then go and find someone else to fuck me.” It was a hollow challenge, but it still turned him on.

  “We’ve tried that, but you decided he wasn’t special enough.”

  She sighed. “I should’ve fucked him.”

  He didn’t respond.

  She nodded, as if trying to confirm she really believed it. “Should’ve let him fuck me in his car, then phoned you to pick me up and bring me home. You’d have fucked me as well, enjoying sloppy seconds.”

  Her words thrilled him, though he tried his best to hide it. “But he wasn’t special.”

  “He would have been special enough. He had a hard-on and a sac full of jizz. What else did I need?”

  “Chemistry. And Sean’s big cock.” He watched her expression, expecting some backlash. But her only reaction was an even-wider smile.

  “His cock felt big enough when he pushed it against me. I don’t need a monster one like Sean’s every time, you know that.”

  Is this still roleplay, or was that an actual dig? Either way, he was staying in character. Holding her gaze, he twisted the clips on her nipples, making her catch her breath.

  Time to step things up a bit. He walked to his dresser, took out a large padded envelope, and turned to smile at his wife. “After you told me how well-endowed Sean was, I decided to buy you a present.” He reached inside and withdrew the ten-inch purple latex vibrator.

  Karen’s eyes opened wide and her mouth was a perfect O.

  Nigel flicked the switch on the end-cap and the toy purred to life. He held it vertical and looked at her stricken face.

  “Nige, I…” She shook her head. “That’s too…”

  He dropped the vibrator—still buzzing like a swarm of angry bees—on the bed between her legs, and then began to strip.

  Fully naked, he climbed back on the bed between her tethered legs and picked up the vibrator. He pressed the tip against her panty-covered sex and held it there. The muscles in her thighs twitched and she let out a low moan. Nigel pushed harder; the tip of the toy pushed the gusset of her panties between her outer lips. The silk became sodden.

  Angling the tip up slightly, he steered the full length of the shaft through the cleft of her labia and over her clit until it stood out from her body like her own humongous erection. Karen trembled and he switched it off.

  He looked at her clamped nipples. “Which one did the guy play with?”

  “The left one.”

  Nigel nodded, then carefully removed the hairclip. “I bet he wished he’d had the chance to suck them.” He lowered his head and took the swollen nipple into his mouth, tonguing and grazing gently with his teeth.

  He raised his head and removed the other clip, making her gasp, then gently massaged both breasts. “You’ve got great tits.”

  She smiled. “Thank you.”

  “I know Sean thought so.”

  Another resigned sigh escaped her lips. “Nige, Sean is just the guy you told me to fuck. Nothing more.” Her expression suggested his teasing was beginning to annoy her.

  “I’m surprised he didn’t fuck your tits. Or maybe he did…” Nigel rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. “Maybe he fucked your tits and you forgot to tell me about it.”

  She glared at him.

  “I’m going to fuck your gorgeous tits right now, and while I do it…” He reached behind him and picked up the vibrator. “Purple Sean here is going to plunge your depths.”

  A frown creased her brow.

  Nigel crawled down the bed and pulled her panties aside, then ran the tip of the sex-toy between her outer lips. After positioning it at her opening, he gently pushed it in.

  Karen groaned and raised her hips to make the angle easier.

  Nigel pushed until it was about halfway in, loving the way the pressure made her writhe. “Now do you see why I left your panties on?” He pulled the gusset down and hooked it over the base of the vibrator.

  Nigel smiled down at his handy work, then stepped off the bed and walked to the en suite for the baby oil. He held it up for her to see as he straddled her, then squirted a large dollop across both breasts. He massaged the oil in for well over a minute, enjoying the weight and feel of them. Nigel added more oil, some of it dripping onto the bed. He concentrated his attention on her nipples again, making her groan.

  He knelt up, supporting himself on the headboard while presenting his cock in front of her face. “Suck my dick.”

  She obeyed instantly, raising her head and swallowing him in a single gulp. He let out a moan and she pumped her head up and down onto his cock, which grew fully hard in a matter of seconds.

  He moaned again, barely able to contain his pleasure. She’d never sucked him with such hunger before.

  He pulled back and looked down at her, shocked.

  She stared back, her eyes glinting. Her lips glistened with precum, saliva, or both.

  Nigel inched down the bed and got himself into position, then reached behind and, while smiling at his wife, turned on the vibrator.

  “Ohh…” Her eyelids fluttered and she dropped her head back.

  He placed his erection in the valley between her oiled breasts and then used his hands to crush them around it. The warm, lubed flesh felt wonderful, and he thrust his hips back and forth while watching the pink tip of his cock appear and then disappear into her cleavage.

  A shiver ran through him and he fought the urge to thrust faster. He wanted this to last.

  Karen was rocking beneath him. He momentarily released one of her breasts to reach back and pull up the waistline of her panties, forcing the toy another inch or so inside her. She groaned and sighed, pumping her hips faster, evidently nearing her first orgasm.

  He crushed her breasts around his shaft again and resumed his thrusts.

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him, breathing in fast, shallow pants. “Are you going to come for me?”

  Squeezing her boobs tighter around his cock, he nodded.

  “Don’t you want to come inside me?”

  He shook his head.

  “Do you want to come in my mouth?”

  He thrust harder. “I’m going to come… like this.”

  She scowled as if angry. “Go on then. Come now. Come on my—” Her eyes squeezed shut and she arched her back, lifting him slightly off the bed. “Oh, fuck...!”

  Nigel squeezed her tits and pounded the oiled valley as fast as he could, crying out as a thick cord of cum shot from his cock and splattered onto her jaw and neck. He continued thrusting and his next spurt coated her collarbone.

  Karen squealed as she came, her entire body shaking as she strained against the ties holding her in place. Nigel was still fucking her tits, and more cum gushed into her cleavage, coating his cock as he ploughed on through the mess.

  He reached back and gripped the end of the vibrator, rocking it and pushing it even further into her.

  “Jeez Nige, don’t push any—ah!” She came again, her hips bucking violently as her eyes rolled back into her head.

  Nigel quickly dismounted and knelt between her legs, never letting go of the vibrator. Impressively, she had almost all of it inside her now, only about an inch still sticking out.

  Without his weight on her, Karen arched up off the bed and all her leg muscles stood out.

  Nigel eased the vibrator out and switched it off. Karen’s panties were drenched. There was so much juice he wondered if she’d actual
ly wet herself. He stroked her legs, then moved up and kissed her belly.

  Her eyes were still closed, and he admired her body. Her breasts glistened with oil, the swollen nipples a deep pink. His cum covered her chest, some running down the side of her neck by her raised arms.

  Finally, Karen opened her eyes and looked at him. She went to speak but had to catch her breath first. She blinked twice. “That was… intense.”

  He nodded, feeling a little guilty for using her like that.

  “I think this was a lot more fun than getting fucked in a car would have been.”

  Nigel chuckled. “You could have had both. Car sex tonight, tit sex in the morning.”

  “When did you decide you were going to do that to me?”

  “I’d been thinking about it for a while.” He lost himself in the sight of her body again. “You look even better than I’d imagined.”

  “Thank you for my gift.” She smiled. “Are we really going to call it Purple Sean?”

  He laughed out loud. “Yeah, I think that name’s a keeper, don’t you?”

  “Definitely. But next time we use it, I’ll be the one holding the end and judging how far to push it in.”

  “Sorry if I got a bit over-excited.”

  “It was nice, though I seem to have your jizz all over my upper body.”

  He nodded. “You’re welcome.”

  She pulled at the tie tethering her arms. “Are you going to untie me now?”

  “No.” He ran his hand down her tummy. “I’m going to leave you here until I get another hard on, then I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Promise?”

  “Hmm.”

  “How long will it take you to get hard again?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll wait until the morning, leave you like that all night.”

  “What if the house catches fire?”

  “Then the firemen can take turns.”

  “Hmm, that would be nice.” She looked at him. “Come and put your dick in my mouth and I’ll get you hard now.”