Whitney spun and rolled. There was hunger in her eyes.
Duke said with awe, "Fondle with crotch and crotch." He looked at her naked pussy.
The bottle ended on Benjamin.
The big man's eyes grew wide and he scrambled up, grabbing the bottle. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on, let me tip the bottle." He was stuffing a bill into the neck. He kissed it. "Yeah, that's how we do it."
Everyone was laughing.
Whitney moved to him quickly and pushed him back.
Duke whistled.
Benjamin's cock grew hard as she settled over him.
The stop-watch clicked. Archer said, "Go."
Whitney gripped his hardening cock and rubbed it all around her pussy.
Benjamin hissed, watching her with rapt attention.
She put the head of his cock at her hole and settled. Her white pussy lips spread around his dark helmet.
He opened his mouth in shock and groaned. "Oh yeah, girl. Do it. Fine, white pussy."
I watched, amazed, as Whitney settled down on Benjamin's cock. His shaft disappeared inside her stretched hole.
Duke clapped. "Fuck yeah."
Whitney lifted and settled, her pussy sliding up and down the black shaft. Benjamin gripped her skinny hips and began pumping back. He grunted with each thrust, driving his cock up into her. She quietly ground down against him, her face intense with concentration.
Her husband was stroking himself, watching with wonder as his wife and Benjamin fucked right in front of him. "Dude, this game rocks."
All of us laughed but Hillary.
When time was called, Whitney pulled off slowly.
Benjamin sighed. "Man, even a minute is too short."
She smiled at him and went back to her place.
Benjamin whispered to me, "Hey, we got any alcohol and paper towels or something?" He was motioning. "To clean off with? Don't want to be mixing lady-juices."
"Oh, sure." I went up and brought back some rubbing alcohol and paper towels.
Natalie spun and rolled. She got Richelle and fondle using hands, and chest. She said, "I hate this bottle."
Richelle said, "Nuh uh."
"Off with the panties." My friend giggled.
The black woman removed her panties. She was shaved bald, just like Whitney. But her pussy was small and not loose-looking.
I spun, wondering what I would be doing. The dice turned up. I got lick and chest. The bottle pointed at Duke.
With a smile, he said, "No."
I knew what he was doing. I smiled right back. "Off with those briefs."
He nodded his head, his smile going brighter. He winked at me.
Next to me, Benjamin reverently took the bottle. He was petting it and whispering. "Yeah, now you treat me good. Got the money in you and you're all ready to grant me wishes."
Richelle was cracking up.
Natalie was shaking silently in laughter on my right side.
He spun the bottle and got Hillary with fondle using crotch and crotch. He lifted the bottle high. "Thank you."
Hillary licked her lips. She didn't say anything. Neither did Hugh.
Benjamin stood and held out his hand to her. "Come here, woman. Let's do this on the couch."
She took his hand and was helped up. Her face was lit up with wonder and she didn't even look at Hugh.
Benjamin settled her down and crawled between her legs.
My husband started the watch. "Go."
The big man thrust his cock forward, driving it deep into Hillary's pussy. He sighed happily. "Oh, fuck yeah." His hips pressed in, and his balls ballooned as he stuffed it all the way into her. Hillary whimpered in pleasure and then Benjamin began ramming his cock into her. He said, "This is it, this is it. Fuck yeah. You want some fine black seed in you?"
Hillary whimpered. Her flesh was jiggling to the pounding and she clawed at Benjamin's broad back.
Archer clicked off the stop-watch, but said nothing. Everyone was watching.
Benjamin grunted fiercely with each thrust, driving as deep as he could. The couch creaked with their movements and Hillary cried out in a gasping rush. Her knees were up and flailing to his pounding. They began to quiver as she cried out.
Whitney pouted. "Save some for me."
Hillary grunted through an orgasm, squealing with each grunt.
I hope I don't sound that stupid when I cum…
Natalie leaned over and whispered, "What are those goofy noises?"
Benjamin plunged deep and held it there. His mouth opened in a flash of white teeth and he growled out deeply. His hips made short, hard thrusts into Hillary. "Yeah, take it. Take it. Agh."
I watched with hanging mouth as he pulled his cum-slicked cock out of Hillary's pussy. Grabbing the paper towels, I rushed over to catch the river of cum that began leaking out of her.
Benjamin was panting and smiling. "Love this game."
Richelle was holding the bottle. "Sit down. It's my turn." She gave a sly glance to my husband.
I handed a paper towel and the alcohol to Benjamin, my heart beginning to race at his wife's looks towards my husband.
CHAPTER 7
Richelle spun the bottle and rolled the dice.
Archer said, "Fondle using hand—"
The black woman looked indignant. "The fuck it does. It says crotch and crotch." She reached out and stopped the bottle to point at Archer. She was smiling. "You ever had black pussy before?"
He shook his head.
I should be jealous, right? Why don't I feel it?
Benjamin chuckled. "I think she has a hunger for trying out a white cock."
Archer said nothing, but was looking at her with a mixture of surprise, satisfaction and his own version of hunger.
Better her than Hillary. I got up. "Let me get a sheet for the couch." I did and spread it over, tucking it in.
Richelle was standing and removing her blouse and bra. She had tiny little boobs on a thin frame. But her face was beautiful. She looked expectantly at Archer.
My husband glanced at me and back to her. He got up and went to her.
Benjamin clapped quietly. "Good choice, Richelle."
Richelle gave him an eyebrow. "I watched you with a white woman, now you're gonna watch me with a fine white man." She pushed Archer to sit on the couch. She climbed over him, straddling. "You ready, baby?"
My husband nodded.
She looked over at Benjamin. "You ready, honey? Ready to watch me slide down this delicious cock?"
Her husband grabbed his mostly soft shaft. "Yeah, do it good."
Hillary left the circle to go use the bathroom.
Richelle gripped my husband around his neck and lowered her pussy onto his erection. Her black lips stretched around his shaft and she slid down and sat on him. She let out a relieved sigh. "That's a mighty fine one you have." She began moving.
Hugh moved over to Whitney and grinned at her. He began fingering her pussy. She spread her knees out and let him.
Benjamin looked back and forth and moved over to Whitney to help Hugh. Their fingers moved in and out of the skinny woman's pussy.
Duke came over and sat between me and Natalie. "Want company?"
I laughed. I guess the game got sidetracked? Or had it? "Yes." I tried to pay attention to Richelle riding my husband, but they looked comfortable enough that my attention turned to Duke. I bet you didn't know I have a fantasy about your cock.
I grabbed Duke's cock just as Natalie did. We giggled. He moved both arms, grabbing each of us and rubbing fingers over both of our pussies.
The sexual tension had gotten to me. Throwing all caution out of the window, I gave in to the fun. Maybe I would never do this again. Maybe I would. I couldn't imagine myself being so wild again, even if it was fun.
Natalie pushed Duke back. She moved her head down to his cock as his hands came away from us.
I twisted over and we competed licking up and down his shaft.
Natalie took him into her mouth and I looke
d over at my husband. He had stood, bent Richelle over the arm of the couch and was hammering her from behind. She was looking at her husband, groaning happily. "I should have tried white cock long ago."
Benjamin was lying on his back. Whitney was over him, sitting facing his feet. She was rubbing his mostly hard dick at her pussy. Hugh was stroking his erection, watching.
Hillary came back in and dropped into the recliner with a sigh. She didn't say anything about Hugh.
Natalie pulled off and I placed my mouth over Duke's cock. It was smaller than I had imagined it might be, but I had imagined him being huge. I sucked up and down, feeling energized at the newness of his private skin.
Through it all I heard Richelle's moans begin to give way to Whitney's.
I pulled off his cock and looked up. The skinny woman was on her back on Benjamin's stomach. His cock was inside her. Hugh was crouched over both of them, trying to stuff his cock into Whitney's already filled pussy. I watched in amazement as the head of Hugh's cock squeezed in and his shaft slid on top of Benjamin's and into her stretched hole. Whitney quivered between them, crying out half in pain and half in pleasure.
The two cocks, one white and one black, moved slowly in and out of Whitney's pussy. The girl was gone, her head flopping and her moans high and breathy.
Duke pushed me back.
I was startled for only a second.
He was climbing over me.
Natalie got between us and sucked his shaft for a few seconds. Then she stroked it and aimed it at my pussy.
I opened my legs wider, realizing I was about to get my fantasy. Maybe before I had thought I would never do it or couldn't, but now that the object of my dreams was coming closer, I readily accepted it. I lifted my hips.
Duke was smiling. "I've wanted to bone you for a long time."
His words sent shivers down my spine. Why didn't you tell me? I felt his cock press into my hole and stretch it open. Then his thick shaft was sliding in, filling as it went, until he was pressed against me. I felt his breath against my forehead as his cock reached full penetration.
He groaned with relief.
Why didn't you tell me? We could have been doing this for months, or years. I panted, pulling on him, relishing the feel of my pussy filled with his cock. It felt good – a little different than my husband's, but not by much.
Duke quivered a little above me and then began sinuously moving his hips, forcing his cock in and out of me with easy moves.
I panted, rolling my head. I was being fucked right here on my living room floor. "Yes, violate me."
He drove harder, his hips slamming into mine. He said with curiosity, "You like it hard?"
I moaned. "Fuck me, harder. Harder. Violate me right here. Right in front of my husband." My own words drove me to a dizzying height of lust as my fantasy became reality. I cried out as Duke pummeled my pussy silly.
But, suddenly he pulled out.
I whimpered with loss.
He moved over and pushed Natalie down. He wiped his erection and then crawled between her legs.
Hey, what about me?
Natalie giggled. "What's a young guy like you wanting with an old gal like me?"
He chuckled. "Mature women need cock, too."
"Bring it on—" She gasped as his cock speared her.
I leaned up and looked over at Whitney. She was still sandwiched in between Benjamin and Hugh. Their cocks moved in and out of her pussy together.
Hillary was watching, rubbing slowly at her clit.
My husband had laid Richelle down and he was pushing forcefully between her legs. Her dark legs were splayed out, the thigh muscles working as she moved her hips to my husband's thrusts. They were kissing.
I felt good for Richelle; she had obviously liked my husband and I saw something good in her spreading for my husband's white cock.
I might have been mad if he had done anything with Whitney, and definitely felt good that he hadn't done anything with Hillary. Most certainly, I was relieved Mary Marie had left. No, Richelle was okay. I even felt comfortable with the idea that he could have her again.
The trio was breaking up and caught my attention. Had they cum? I didn't hear anything… But the noises all mixed in a way that left me dizzy. Maybe they had?
Whitney sat on the floor as Benjamin and Hugh cleaned off. Cum began running from her gaping pussy. She was playing with her lips, stroking her fingers slowly up and down with a satisfied smile.
Who would have thought she was a slut? I always thought she was shy and quiet.
Duke noticed and pulled off. "Hey, you two. Give me a hand here."
Natalie and I were looking at each other with confusion.
He said, "Someone needs to get violated." He was motioning to me.
I closed my legs tight; I didn't want to do multiple people.
Duke grinned at me. "Get her up and lay her on the coffee table." He moved to carry it back over to the center area.
Both Hugh and Benjamin smiled, taking my arms.
Wait!
My husband was still fucking Richelle on the couch, his balls slapping loudly against her ass.
I panicked. My fantasy was about being forced, but only by Duke.
They manhandled me to the coffee table and laid me back on it. Benjamin held my left arm and pulled open my left leg.
I gasped as Hugh gripped my right wrist and Natalie pulled open my right leg.
Duke was standing between my parted legs, stroking himself. "Now, what was that about violation?"
My husband was gasping fast and groaned loudly. I knew he was shooting his cum deep into Benjamin's wife.
Duke was grinning. "I'm going to fuck you right now, right in front of your husband and there's not a thing you can do about it."
I panted in a panic, wondering if I really wanted my fantasy to come true. Do I really? Right in front of Archer?
I groaned loudly in lust as Duke's cock roughly slid into me. With my arms and legs held, I was totally helpless. I couldn't focus – I was seeing spots.
His thrusts creaked the coffee table and he growled above me. "How do you like that? I think your married pussy loves getting violated."
I moaned louder, out of control of my emotions.
His words were punctuated by hard thrusts. "Do you like being forced in front of your husband? Do you like my cock in your pussy while he watches?"
The cascade of images I had seen over the weeks since I had discovered his hotwife fetish rolled over me and burst inside my mind in a confusion of discovery and exultation. The captions made sense now, not just in causing heat and lust, but in defining my limits by shattering them.
I was aware of nothing but my helplessness as hands held me down and my pussy was roughly violated in front of my husband.
It was so wrong and so right. It was nothing like I had fantasized; it was better.
His sliding cock moved in and out of me, violating me in front of everyone. I don't know if I felt sexual tension from the others, but I felt it building in me, coming with force. I couldn't help myself; I ground my hips up and down. The words that came through my clenched teeth surprised me with how fierce they were. "No! Fuck me. Fuck me."
I was aware of no other noise but my own harsh breathing.
Pulses of grinding need moved through my limbs. I squirmed, even though held down. Duke's cock filled me and pushed the need higher with each nasty thrust. I wanted more; I needed more. I growled, "Harder."
I think I heard the coffee table beneath me crack. But it was all lost as a foggy field of fever swept me into an embrace of release that left me not knowing which way was up. My eyes were squeezed shut and I was almost mewling like a kitten through my clenched teeth. My legs trembled as if electrified as I tumbled over and over through waves of satisfying convulsions.
The waves slowed.
I felt a hard thrust and the hot wetness of Duke's orgasm flooding my pussy.
My thoughts began to return, and with it my senses. My ba
ckside hurt from the rough pushing on the table. My skin felt warm and on the edge of clamminess from the heated lust. I heard my panting, and then the first words.
Natalie said, "Wow, I didn't know she had this in her."
My husband's voice was stunned. "Neither did I."
Benjamin said, "Get out. How could you not know?"
"She never said anything."
Richelle said, "What a shame. That was special."
I closed my eyes as they released my arms and legs. Yes, it was very special. Like none before.
EPILOGUE
I reasserted my control. I took refuge in the strength and security of my mind. After satisfying that fantasy of mine, I was determined to never go there again.
I didn't want Duke; I was satisfied that I had lived the fantasy, but who knew what the young man got up to? Was he as much a slut as his wife? I wasn't going to risk picking up that kind of reputation.
Natalie prodded me to pursue that lifestyle, but I refused. She was in awe of me for some reason that I couldn't fathom. Maybe she wanted that for herself. But she could accomplish it on her own; I wasn't going to be a vicarious vessel for her.
Archer's love for me seemed to heat up for a few weeks after, but then cooled back to normal and I read confusion in his attitude towards me.
Hey, I didn't want to be a slut with Duke.
He talked about us getting together with Benjamin and Richelle, but I told him I wasn't into being intimate with a black man. I wasn't racist; it just wasn't my thing. I told him I liked Richelle, though.
I went back to my normal life and reveled in the comfort of knowing I was in control.
It wasn't long before I was on my computer, seeing the hotwife sites in a whole new light. A very warm light. The captions meant even more to me now - knowing the sensations behind them. Yes, I felt the heat when I went to the sites, and I went every day. And the new heat began to grow.
I have been there and seen it firsthand. I had been a hotwife.
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