The Ganging of a Hotwife - Volume 2: 10 Book Erotica Bundle!

by Sylvia Redmond

  “I shouldn’t,” I said, knowing it was futile. “I’m married Robert.”

  His hands were at my hips as he lifted me and pulled the dress from my body. My panties went with it and I could feel the air of the limousine against my wetness. I watched him as he fumbled with his belt and I wanted to help him, but I savored his hurried recklessness. I watched as he got his belt and zipper undone and a second later he whipped his pants and underwear to his ankles.

  My mouth was watering at the sight of his hard cock. My mind raced, trying to remember the last time I had been treated to my husband’s stiff tool. My pussy was wet and swollen in need and seeing his cock standing up was making it throb even harder. I tried to portray resistance as he grabbed me one last time and pulled my naked body onto his lap.

  “I shouldn’t!” I said again, and I could feel his heat between my legs.

  “Shhh,” he said again, but I could feel him breathing faster. “Just relax Leigh. You know you want this.”

  I felt his hands on my hips as he pulled me down and I feigned resistance. I could feel the tip of his hard cock at my wet opening, and I continued to resist. I felt him struggle to pull me down as he leaned forward and grabbed at me. I could feel his fingers tugging at my nipples as I let my body relax and I felt his hard cock start to impale me.

  I could feel his hard cock pushing its way inside of me. I could feel it touching all the parts of me that had been lonely for months. I felt his hands on my tits pulling at me as I started to rock back and forth on him and I heard myself moan.

  “Oh Jesus!” he said. “You feel fucking great!”

  I started to move faster on him as he started to suck on my tits. I slid up and down on his hard cock and could hear my wetness as my pussy gripped him. I watched him put his head back and moan as I started riding him faster. From the position he had me in I was able to grind myself against the knot of his big cock at just the right angle I knew I needed to get myself off.

  I started to move my hips faster as I realized this was what I wanted all along. I needed to be fucked and I needed to get myself off. I could feel my wet pussy gripping Robert’s big cock and I needed to feel him cum inside of me. More than that, I needed to feel myself cum while riding another man’s cock. All I had wanted for the last six months was for my husband to fuck me, and I was riding Robert now with every bit of frustration that had been pent up inside of me.

  I shifted my angle so that I could grind my clit on him as I started moving faster. I heard him groan as his body shifted and all at once he had a hand on my ass. I realized he was holding my ass in an effort to slow me down. I realized that meant I had him that close to cumming himself.

  “Slow down,” he gasped, and I could feel his thick cock throbbing inside of me. “Slow down, you’re going to make me cum.”

  My body was throbbing and I tried to move faster but his hand held my ass in place. I resigned myself to gently grinding my button against the base of his big cock as I felt his hand moving on my ass. He brought his lips back to my neck and I could feel his hot breath on me. I felt his hand playing with my ass as his fingers moved lower and started to tease my asshole.

  “Oh my God!” I said, as I felt him teasing the most intimate of my pleasure spots. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m trying to slow you down,” he said, “and playing with that great ass of yours in the process.”

  He had my body pulled against his in his effort to keep me from fucking him. I could still feel his swollen cock throbbing inside of me as he swirled his finger around my moist, tight hole. I felt him dip it between our legs, seeking out the moisture that he knew he needed. A sweet second later I felt him starting to push it into my tight, forbidden hole.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, as he touched the one place my husband had refused to go.

  I thrilled at the new sensation as I felt my body started to shake. His hands were occupied and he was no longer able to keep me pinned as I rose up and started to buck against his stiff cock. I felt his finger lazily sliding out of my ass as I ground my pussy against the base of his cock and I was hit by the orgasm I had wanted for the last year.

  Robert had given up on stopping me as I bounced up and down on his wet cock. I could feel myself gripping him as my body climaxed and I watched his face as I rode him. I could feel his cock start to twitch as he filled me with his warmth and he let out a low, guttural moan. I felt my pussy opening and closing around him in orgasm long after his cock had been pumped dry.

  Chapter 6

  “Five fucking grand – holy shit!”

  I thought about Jake’s reaction when I had come home from the wedding with the money. I had gotten home well past midnight and he had already been sleeping. Between the alcohol and the stiff fucking I had received I had fallen asleep within minutes of hitting the bed. He hadn’t bothered to wait up for me, and he had not bothered to stir once I had entered our bed. But he had been more than pleased when I showed him the wad of bills the next morning.

  He had asked me how the evening went and he hardly batted an eye when I gave him the simple answer of “fine”. He had looked at me when I gave him the answer, and for a minute I held out hope that I saw a flicker of jealousy in his blue eyes. I had wanted him to press me for details. I had wanted him to show that he still cared about me. But any talking he had done after that had been about the money and what he still needed to soothe his financial worries.

  That had been two weeks ago. I was sitting at my desk at work thinking about that night like I had every day since then. Robert Stafford had been nothing but professional towards me since it had happened. Certainly he was treating it like a fleeting indiscretion, which it most certainly was. I was a married woman and I was sure he didn’t want to get caught up in any office dramatics. I was thankful for his discreet demeanor.

  But I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I had loved getting fucked by him!

  It was exactly the thing my lonely, married body had needed. Jake had hardly touched me before the incident and had only looked at me a handful of times since. But I had masturbated at least a half dozen times since I got fucked in that limousine, thinking about the ways he had touched me.

  I thought about the way he had stripped the dress off my body. I wanted to make the argument he had pulled me against my will into a position over his big cock. I thought about how it felt when he pulled me down onto himself and I rubbed up against him. I realized my body was starting to react to my daydream just as the phone on my desk rang. I looked up at the little digital display.

  “Stafford, Robert”

  ~

  “Thank you for coming to see me Leigh – I hope I’m not taking you away from anything important.”

  I was back in his big office, sitting in the chair he had propositioned me in just four weeks ago. The last time I had been sitting in front of him I remembered thinking what a handsome man he was, and how fit he looked for his age. Looking at him now I was remembering every inch of the body that had fucked me wildly two weeks ago.

  “It’s not a problem Mr. Stafford. What can I do for you?” I asked him. I was prepared to do anything.

  “I’m afraid I have another awkward social situation on my hands,” he said. “Whitney Media is hosting an event in Las Vegas this weekend and it is expected that the partners from the firm make an appearance there.”

  He didn’t need to explain the importance of the Whitney Media affair to me. I knew that they were one of the firm’s largest clients. In a slow year the firm took in tens of millions of dollars from the work it did with Whitney Media. It was no surprise to me that they would be expected to be there.

  “This is a yearly thing that Whitney does. Of course last year I took Mrs. Stafford with me to the event they had in San Francisco. It will look very bad for one of the senior partners of the firm to go alone this year, especially when Stephen Fox is going with his wife this year.”

  The gravity of his situation took on a new meaning. Stephen Fox was the
leading partner of the firm and the quintessential alpha male. He was black and powerful – a former college football player before he turned his focus on practicing law. Now he rattled opponents in the courtroom with the same veracity as he did opponents on the gridiron, and I didn’t doubt he had little patience for fellow partners who showed any signs of weakness.

  “Anyway, it would be extremely awkward if I showed up at Whitney’s event by myself, considering Stephen Fox is going this year. Stephen already knows the difficulties I’ve had with my divorce, and quite frankly…”

  “I understand,” I told him, cutting him off.

  I did understand. I could see the pain on his face and he struggled to explain his situation, and I wanted to help him out. And I honestly didn’t mind spending more time with him. Any hope for a spark of jealousy to ignite my dying marriage was starting to fade, and knowing that Robert Stafford needed my help was enticing. The way that he was looking at me now told me he had not forgotten about the night in the limousine. I thought about that night too and wondered if I could possibly go to San Francisco with him without getting involved in a little…

  “I would still consider you being on company time,” Stafford said. “And I would intend to compensate you appropriately. Does twenty five thousand dollars sound fair for the weekend?”

  I was still thinking about him fucking me in that limousine when the dollar figure spilled out of his mouth. The only thing keeping my jaw from dropping was the fact that I had already been chewing on my lip. Once I started to process the amount of money he was suggesting I wondered what Jake would think if I delivered him that lump of cash. Would that be the thing that enabled me to save our marriage?

  “Talk to your husband about it,” Stafford said, as if he could read my mind. “I know that I’m asking a lot, and I don’t want to create problems for you and Jake. But you’d really be helping me out of a jam. Let me know.”

  Chapter 7

  “Twenty five grand?”

  The look on my husband’s face when I outlined the proposition and told him the money involved was one of shock and disbelief. It was the expression I imagined I would have had the first time I heard something that on the surface sounded ridiculous. It wasn’t his initial reaction that I was interested in however. I was waiting to see what his face would show me after a few moments of processing Stafford’s request.

  Would it be anger or elation?

  The pessimistic side of me suspected what his reaction would be. I had spent the better part of the last two years trying to please and seduce him back into our marriage, and all attempts had failed. If he suddenly got angry and said he wanted to beat Robert Stafford’s ass for buying a weekend with me, it would have thrilled me. But I knew those days were long gone.

  His blue eyes weren’t looking at me – they weren’t looking at anything. They were fixed on some point in our kitchen which didn’t exist as he was mentally calculating how that money would pull his ass out of the fire. I saw for the briefest of moments how the corners of his mouth started to turn up on a face that I hadn’t seen smile in ages and my heart sank.

  “Well, what do you think?” he asked, as he tried to put his poker face back on.

  I think Robert Stafford is going to want to fuck me in San Francisco…

  “It’s an important event for the firm,” I told him, remaining as neutral as possible. “The senior partner of the firm is going. Robert Stafford had this sticky divorce last year. He’s in trouble. I can understand him asking me to go.”

  The truth was I had already decided I wanted to go. Unless Jake turned into the man I married ten years ago and spit venom at the suggestion, I was going to San Francisco for the weekend. I was going to go to their party and drink and have a good time. If something happened between Robert and I again, well, I would cross that bridge when I got to it.

  “That’s a lot of fucking money for just going to a party for them,” he said.

  It wasn’t stated as a question, but that’s exactly what it was. He turned to me when he said it and he looked me right in the eye.

  “This is for a client that spends close to ten million dollars a year on the firm,” I told him. “When you look at it like that, twenty five thousand dollars is a drop in the bucket to these guys.”

  I watched him turn away from me and go back to thinking about the money. I think if I told him at that point I might need to fuck Stafford for the twenty five grand it wouldn’t have made a difference. Either way the money was more important to him than I was at this point. It was why his next words to me weren’t a surprise.”

  “Well, I’m okay with it if you are,” he said.

  Chapter 8

  I was standing at the bar in the ballroom at the hotel where Whitney was having their event. Dinner was long over and I watched as groups of men in thousand dollar suits congregated and schmoozed as they enjoyed their scotch and discussed matters of business. From where I was standing I could see Robert Stafford talking with a group of men that had been introduced to me as investment bankers.

  “What can I get you ma’am?”

  I turned to look at the bartender, who was standing in front of a line of bottles that collectively was probably worth more than my house. I wasn’t sure what the cost of such a lavish event was, but I was certain that it rivaled even the most extravagant political fundraiser. I was certain there were few men in the room that were on a pay grade that fell below millionaire, and I could certainly almost feel the testosterone hanging in the air.

  “Cosmopolitan,” I said to him, and I watched him survey me briefly before going to work on my drink.

  I knew why he had paused. I knew I had tripped over my drink order when it came out of my mouth. Although it was only one word, it was five syllables, and that was four syllables too many considering I had at least that many cosmos so far. I made a promise to myself that this would be the last one as I watched him slide the drink in front of me.

  I turned to pick up the drink and caught sight of Robert Fox on the far side of the room. He was speaking to a group of men that I knew where the upper tier of the Whitney organization. He was in his element, holding their attention as he engaged them in conversation. In a room full of alpha males, he was still comfortable holding court.

  The wait staff started to come out with carts loaded with desserts and I watched as they cleared the dinner dishes away from our table. There were four seats reserved for our firm, but only three sets of dirty dishes. Robert Fox had announced at the last minute that his wife was feeling ill and he would be attending by himself. I had been looking forward to having his wife to commiserate with, having never attended an event like this before. The fact that she wasn’t here, combined with the odd occasional stare from her husband, only gave me reason to drink more.

  I felt a hand on the exposed part of my back and I turned to see Robert Stafford standing next to me. I had jumped at the feel of his touch but it hadn’t encouraged him to take his hand off me. The last time I had a man’s hands on my body it had been his, and I wasn’t about to ask him to move it. If anything, I felt my body move closer to him as he was about to speak.

  “I’m glad you came out here Leigh,” he said. “You’re doing a good thing for the firm."

  Even in my slightly drunk state of mind I was starting to realize I wasn’t here for the firm. I had been back and forth in my mind doing headcounts most of the night and knew that there were plenty of men at the event that did not have wives with them. I was starting to wonder what Robert Stafford’s true intentions were, but a bigger part of me didn’t care.

  “I’m happy to be here,” I told him, being careful to select my one syllable words carefully.

  It was an honest statement – I was happy to be there. If I had been at home, I would likely have spent another Saturday in front of the television, getting ignored by a disinterested husband. I was happy to be in the presence of an attracted, interested man. I was even happier when I felt his hand starting to move.

>   We were standing with our backs to the bar so it was an easy thing for him to do. I felt his hand slide down my back and onto my ass. It was a small, gentle movement that probably covered less than fourteen inches, but the unspoken implication of it was simple. I felt my nipples start to harden the tiniest bit as he leaned in to whisper to me.

  “I can’t stop thinking about that night in the limousine,” he said.

  I could smell him when he leaned in. It was a mixture of scotch and after shave and I knew mixed in with it were the pheromones that were bouncing off the walls. I felt his hand move again as he rubbed my ass and my body continued to respond to him. It was a response that had at one time been reserved for my husband but now was fighting to get out of me, like a tiger in a cage. I saw the waiters putting cake on our table and didn’t even bother looking at him as I spoke.

  “Let’s go to your room.”

  He made no audible reply. The hand traveled up over my ass and was at the center of my back again as he spun me and we started heading towards the door. I looked across the room to where Stephen Fox was entertaining his group, and watched him glimpse the two of us as we disappeared out of the ballroom.

  Chapter 9

  I would have fucked him in the elevator, but we had shared it with an older couple who I’m sure would not have appreciated it. We got to his floor and I behaved, trying to exercise what would have been the last of my professional restraint. The ten seconds it took for him to find his room key and swipe us in seemed like an eternity, and the minute we were on the other side of his closed door I had my hands all over him.

  I was practically fighting his hands as he pawed at my body, trying to undress me. I swore at the fact he was wearing a suit, and in the time it took to get his suit jacket off he had already worked my dress part of the way down my body. I wiggled the rest of the way out of the dress, practically falling over from my drunken imbalance. He had managed to get my bra off and was grabbing at my tits before I was able to stop him and push him back onto the bed.