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

by Sylvia Redmond

  “That’s it,” he said, as he took my hand and started to unbuckle himself. “You know you want that black cock again.”

  I felt powerless to stop him as my body started to respond to his touch. I remembered the way his big cock had made me feel and I suddenly wanted to see him naked again. In my mind I started going through scenarios where I could stray just one more time before disappearing forever. He had managed to completely unbutton my shirt and had worked the clasp of my bra undone so both my breasts were naked and exposed to him.

  “You like this,” he said, commenting on the obvious.

  He had my tits in his hand and was pulling on my hardening nipples. I could feel my heart racing as he tweaked me and my mouth opened in response. It was all the invitation he needed as he pushed me down to my knees.

  I was kneeling right in front of him as I pulled his pants the rest of the way down, revealing his gigantic organ. Any thoughts I had of fleeing were now gone as I kneeled locked in a sexual, hypnotic trance. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he guided my open mouth, and a second later I was enveloping his huge, bulbous head.

  “That’s it baby,” Stephen Fox moaned, and I was again caught up in a sexual whirlwind.

  I ran my tongue over his cock, thrilled at the noises he was making. I was intoxicated with the thought that he was the most powerful man in the company, and he had wanted me. He had taken me against my will, and I was doing everything I knew how to do to please him. I was doing things to him that I had not done to my husband in years, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute.

  “Jesus, that’s good,” he moaned.

  I could feel his cock rock hard and pulsing, and I vowed to myself that I would make him cum. I started feeling my own pussy throb, and I wished we were back in that hotel room. I could practically feel the blood pounding in my head. Pounding…

  The door, someone was pounding at the door!

  Fox had his hands on my head, even as the door was being kicked in. It happened so fast that Fox hardly had a minute to gain his senses, and Jake was at my side in an instant. Fox was nearly twice my husband’s size, but I watched in shocked disbelief as Jake hit him, dropping him to the floor.

  I looked at Stephen Fox lying in an unsophisticated pile on the floor of his office. I looked up at the man I was sure had stopped loving me at least two or three years ago. I waited for him to tell me to go to hell, or to ask me for the divorce I had been dreading. But instead, he picked me up off the floor without a word and looked at me in a way I had not seen since we had first been married.

  “Let’s go. I’m taking back what’s mine.” And with that, we were off.

  Home Wrecker

  Sylvia Redmond

  Introduction

  I had dressed carefully for the occasion. At a glance the outfit looked tasteful enough, but it was still sexy as hell. My top was cut low, just low enough to show my cleavage. When the wives weren’t looking I would bend over in front of the men and show them a little more. I went with tight jeans tonight instead of a mini skirt. I was pacing myself and I needed to stick to my plan.

  I looked through the doorway at the guests of my housewarming party. I had invited them all a little over a week ago, and by the looks of it they were all enjoying themselves. Little did they know this was a party I had been planning for years, and I had known most of them much longer than that. As far as they knew, I was a recent transplant from Los Angeles looking for a new start in this quaint little town. They had no idea I had grown up with them all those years ago.

  Barbara Jean was in the corner of the room with a glass of wine chatting with her husband. It had been twenty years since I had last seen her and I thought that she had aged well, I had to admit to myself. She still had the attractive figure befitting the captain of the cheerleaders. She didn’t recognize me of course, and that was fine. I had special plans for her, and when I was finished with her I knew she would never forget me again.

  Bobby Winslow was talking to some of the other men in the dining room. He had been introduced to me at Robert, but that wasn’t the name I had known him by. To me he was still Bobby Winslow, the high school quarterback who had humiliated me all those years ago. He didn’t recognize me either, which would have made any other woman furious. But I had gone through great lengths to not be recognized, and I had waited for years to come visit my old friends.

  I felt the eyes of the men on my body as I walked into the room. I thought about how hard I had tried to get those eyes to look at me when I was in high school all those years ago. Back then they had just laughed at me, and now they were all looking at me with lust in their eyes. And if everything went according to my plan, most of the marriages in this small town would crumble by the time I was finished – because I planned on fucking most of the men in this room.

  And maybe some of the women too.

  I saw Danny sitting in the corner of the room, making no attempt to be subtle as he stared at me. He looked as stupid now as he had been in high school, and I was surprised that they had let him linger on the edge of their precious little social circle. In school he had carried the name “Dumb Danny” and by the looks of him none of that had changed much. My eyes met his briefly, and it made me uneasy. I looked away and continued scanning the room.

  “Vicki, you look great – I just love that blouse!”

  I turned to see Pam coming towards me. I had met Pam a week earlier, and knew she was married to Steve Bryant, who was another former high school football player on my hit list. Pam had another attractive woman with her who I had not met before. I put on my best Los Angeles smile to greet them both.

  “Pam, sweetheart – I’m so glad you could come” I told her and gave her my warmest hug.

  “I’m glad to be here honey, I hope you’re getting settled” she said.

  She leaned back and looked at the attractive woman next to her.

  “I don’t know if you’ve met Julie Winslow yet” Pam said. “She’s Robert’s wife”

  Chapter 1

  “Hi Vicki, I’m so glad to finally meet you, Pam has told me so many nice things about you” Julie said, offering me her hand.

  I took her hand and I shook it warmly, savoring the feel of the hand that no doubt pleasured the man I hated most in the world.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you Julie” I said. “Can I get you anything?”

  “No, no – we’re fine dear” she said, and I thought I could detect the slightest bit of patronage in her voice. “Robert and I brought a bottle of wine for you, I think he placed it on your kitchen counter.”

  “That’s so nice of you Julie, you didn’t need to do that” I told her. “I’m just so happy you could both come. I know Robert must be terribly busy, I’m thrilled that you could both make it.”

  I knew Robert must be busy, because I knew Robert was now the Chief of Police of that little town. The fact that the boy that had humiliated me so badly all those years ago was now one of the most powerful men in town made me seethe with anger.

  “We’re happy to be here dear” she said. “Pam tells me you’ve moved here from Los Angeles? What were you doing out there?”

  “Oh, I’ve worked for the last several years in a salon out there, and decided it was time for a change.”

  “Oh that’s nice” she said, and I wasn’t certain she had even heard me answer her question.

  I watched her as she bored with me and she looked to where her husband was chatting in the other room.

  “If you’ll excuse me” Julie said, “I just need to talk to my husband for a minute.”

  I watch Julie Winslow as she turned and walked towards her husband in the adjoining room. I watched Robert Winslow as he turned to look at his approaching wife adoringly. I thought about what it had been like when I was in the backseat with Bobby Winslow all those years ago, and what it would feel like to get my revenge…

  Chapter 2

  It was the beginning of my senior year of high school when Bobby
Winslow had asked me out. I was an unlikely date for him. He was the quarterback of the high school football team and he had the popularity that usually went along with the position. I was an eighteen year old high school senior who was still an awkward ugly duckling waiting to become a swan.

  I was the butt of jokes of all the girls on the cheerleading squad because I was flat chested and wore coke bottle glasses. I was the girl they all liked to pick on to make themselves feel better about their own insecurities. I was resigned to finish my last year of high school and then go to a college far away to try and start anew.

  But then Bobby Winslow had asked me out on a date.

  I started to think that maybe I wasn’t as ugly as I thought I was. Maybe if the quarterback of the football team saw something in me than I still had a shot at being popular. That night at the movies had been my first date ever and it was the happiest I had ever been. We went out for pizza afterwards and saw some of the girls from the cheerleading squad and I felt like one of the popular kids for the first time in my life.

  And then we went to the lake to park and he told me how pretty he thought I was.

  I was nervous as we sat there because I knew the things that happened at the lake. But when he started to kiss me I lost all the inhibitions that had been built up inside of me. Eighteen years of feeling like the ugly girl vanished as he touched me. He put his hands all over my body and I moaned as he did it, wanting desperately to be touched.

  Bobby had his hands in my shirt and was playing with my tits and I felt my nipples getting hard. I knew I didn’t have much up top but what I had was flush from my heat and he had his hands all over groping me. I thought I couldn’t be any more excited as he lowered his lips to my chest and started sucking on my nipples. But just as I thought I couldn’t get any hotter I felt his hands go lower.

  And he had my pants unzipped.

  I wasn’t going to stop him. I had already decided to let him go as far as he would go. If he wanted to fuck me, I would let him take me right there on the backseat. I wanted to feel him and maybe if he fucked me I would seal my spot in the popular girls club. And when I felt his hands on my virgin pussy I thought that I was going to cum right on the spot.

  He was no stranger to a girl’s body. I felt his fingers running through me and I grabbed onto his arm as he started to finger fuck me. I was certain I was going to climax and I tried to hold on, thinking he was going to fuck me. I was biting my lower lip trying to hold back when I felt his hand slide down lower. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first but when he did it, there was no mistaking it.

  I felt his slick finger massaging my anus.

  I gasped at the feeling and was confused about what to do. I was shocked and embarrassed and thrilled all at the same time. At first I thought it was a mistake as I felt his finger slowly circling. Then he started to push it inside me and my body started to squirm.

  He was wet from my pussy juice and it met little resistance. I had never had a boy’s hands in my pants before and certainly never had one play with my asshole. I started gasping and I heard him tell me to relax. I took a deep breath and felt my sphincter open up as his finger slid the rest of the way in.

  I had already been on the edge of an orgasm and his finger in my ass wasn’t helping. In order for him to slide the finger into me, his palm had to rest directly on my exposed, young clitoris. When he jiggled his finger in my ass his palm pressed on my clit in exactly the right way. I squealed as I grabbed him and I felt my first orgasm hit me as I sat there feeling my ass clenching his finger.

  I was gasping and clutching his arm as he pulled his digit out of me. I was embarrassed and exhilarated at the same time as my body stopped shaking. Bobby laughed as he removed his finger from me and he let me zip myself up. We only talked for a few minutes after that before he took me home.

  I thought about what had happened the entire rest of the weekend and wondered if I should have fucked him. I thought that he liked me and I wondered if I was in love with him. I was beaming as I went to school Monday morning and I was ready to start looking for him. But when I got to my locker and I saw what was scrawled across it I realized it had all been one big joke.

  Backdoor Becky!

  It was a name I would have to deal with throughout the rest of my senior year. All the girls would laugh at me and the boys would grab my ass in the hallways. By the end of the school year there were even a couple of teachers who had heard the story. It had started with whispers but by graduation most of those assholes would call me the name right to my face.

  Backdoor Becky

  It was the reason I went to the west coast once I graduated. It was the reason I worked my ass off to afford plastic surgery and start modeling, and it was the reason I would never let another man touch my ass.

  I was going to make them all pay though. I was going to fuck them all over, one marriage at a time. Everyone who remained in the town and had ever called me that name would pay. I would fuck them in threes if I had to, but their wives would all know about it by the time I was done…

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  “Are you listening to me Vicki?” Pam was asking me.

  I was still watching Bobby Winslow and his bitch wife from across the room and realized I needed to snap out of my walk down memory lane. I vowed to myself to visit the Winslows sometime soon.

  “I’m sorry hon, what were you saying?” I asked Pam.

  “I said Susan and I are going to a spin class tomorrow morning at ten o’clock. It’s a weekly thing, we do it every Saturday at 10:00am. Why don’t you come with us?” she said.

  I knew Susan was married to one of the other assholes on my list. I had met Susan earlier in the week and I knew that she was married to Jerry Ratcliffe, the former wide receiver of Lincoln High School some twenty years ago. Jerry had been part of the group that laughed at me my entire senior year. Jerry had been one of the people to call me that name.

  “I’d love to Pam, but I still have a lot of things I need to move in tomorrow” I told her. “I still don’t know how I’m going to move some of it, I’ve got a couple of pretty big things left. What are your husbands doing tomorrow morning? Do you think I could borrow their muscles?”

  Chapter 3

  I was getting ready Saturday morning for my two old friends to come over to help me move. I knew they would be coming at 10:00 when their wives would be at their spin class. I had told the women that I only needed their husbands for about fifteen minutes to move a dresser that I needed upstairs. The truth was I probably needed about forty five minutes – maybe an hour if I was really enjoying myself.

  It had taken most of the morning to move the dresser I had in mind to the bottom of the stairs. It was a big piece of furniture that I had been content with leaving in the guest bedroom downstairs. Now that I had Jerry and Steve coming over that interior decorating plan had changed. I now needed that dresser taken upstairs.

  I needed it in my bedroom.

  I looked at the ugly behemoth of a dresser. No way would that thing be going into a bedroom of mine under any other circumstances. The only reason it had not made it out to the curb yet was because it had been in the house when I moved in and I was content to wait. As it turned out it would work out perfectly, I needed something to get the two of them into my bedroom.

  I heard the doorbell and I looked at my watch. It was 9:50am. Good, I thought, someone was eager to get started. So was I. I went to the door and opened it to see Jerry Ratliffe standing there, looking handsome in a casual weekender kind of a way.

  He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were perfectly appropriate for lifting a heavy piece of furniture. He had been a wide receiver in high school but he had never struck me as being particularly muscular. Looking at him now he had the fit good looks of an older guy who was taking care of himself. Maybe he worked out at the gym, maybe he played on the company softball team – who knew. What I knew at that moment was he was standing there speechless looking at the outfit I was wearing.

>   I had on a pair of cotton shorts that barely covered my ass. I had spent the last five years working out nonstop so what ass was visible I knew would have looked mouth watering to him. That wasn’t what he was staring at though. I was wearing a low cut t-shirt that was tight enough to show the exact shape of my big tits. The fact that neither piece of clothing had underwear underneath it to complicate matters completed the ensemble.

  “Cat got your tongue?” I asked him as he stood there mute.

  “Hey – sorry Vicki. I was just expecting you…” he trailed off looking for the appropriate words, which escaped him. “Never mind – how are you?”

  “Good, good – come on in Jerry” I told him as I took his arm.

  The fact he didn’t have the slightest glint of recognition only made the thought of my revenge that much more enticing. He had been one of the boys on the football team who had laughed and called me Backdoor Becky. He had been among the ones that always said I was too ugly to date. I knew the way he was looking at my body now meant I could fuck him at will. I was going to wait for his good friend Steve to show up first though.

  “So where is this piece of furniture of yours?” Jerry asked.

  “Right this way, follow me” I said to him and did a pivot right in front of him.

  I knew my ass was doing just the right amount of sway to hold his attention. I could practically feel his eyes burning a hole in what little fabric there was covering my bottom. I brought him to the bottom of the stairs where the dresser was and stood in front of it tapping my foot. I crossed my hands over my chest and cocked a hip at it as I watched his eyes leave my body for the first time since he’d entered this house.