Taking Her Back: A Hotwife Fantasy
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She looks up. Her eyes are wide, a little scared looking. She nods. It's just a slight nod but Jimar knows what it means. She wants it. She wants him. She wants to take all of him.
He doesn't go slowly this time. I sit up as I see him thrust his hips towards my wife. My eyes bulge as I see her throat take the shape of his thick cock. His balls slap against her chin. I'm filled with jealousy and happiness and pride and love. I see Keira clawing at Jimar's thighs and for a second I think she might need help, she might need him to stop. But then her eyes close and I realize that she's not in trouble. She loves the feeling of him that deep inside.
Jimar hold himself inside her like that for a while. As if he's enjoying the sight of his dark member disappearing into her pretty, pink lips. Just when I think she can't have enough air, when my own lungs start to burn in sympathy with hers, he starts to pull himself out.
His hard, dark cock snakes out of her mouth, slick and coated with her spit. When the head of his cock finally pops past her lips she gasps for air. He lets go of her head with his hands. She falls back onto her haunches but only for a moment. As soon as she catches enough breath, she pushes herself up, wraps her hands around his shaft and starts plunging his dark cock back into her mouth. She takes him all on her own this time, bobbing her head at his root to massage his cock with her throat.
Jimar looks up. "You see that? Bitches love that shit once they know how," he says, smiling at me.
I smile back. A weak and fleeting smile. I can't be bothered with Jimar. I want, no, I need to stare at Keira as she fucks that huge cock with her throat. I think of what's coming next. My cock aches, bouncing in the cool air of the room.
Keira holds him inside herself for a painfully long amount of time. When she comes off she's gasping for air again and Jimar's cock is stiff as an iron rod. She wants to take him again but he pulls her to her feet.
"Oh, baby," she whispers, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I want to do something special."
"Aight," he replies.
She takes his hand, the way she took mine in the bathroom and leads him towards the bed. They stare into each others eyes the whole time, mesmerized. She crawls onto the bed not leaving his gaze. She swings a leg over my chest. I feel the dampness of her slit leaking onto me. She glides up my body as she puts a hand on each of Jimar's cheeks. She pulls him close and they kiss above me at the same moment her sex presses down onto my mouth.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer. She lets go of her weight and sinks onto me. Her musky pussy smells like sweat. It's nasty in the most delicious way. I lick up and down her gash then plunge my tongue into her soft hole.
I hear her moan into Jimar's mouth. This is what I've been asking her to do since we first tried it. I don't know why it turns me on so much. She came home from the gym once and hadn't showered and we ended up fooling around. The stench of her sweaty cunt made me so hard that I came just at her touch. She barely had to stroke me off.
Today she did the same thing. She didn't shower after the gym. She left all of her sweat and juices dried up on her sex for me to clean off. And I'm loving every second of it.
I open my eyes to see Jimar's big black paw on her small breast. The sight makes me harder and I start to eat her out faster, flicking my tongue up to her clit every once in a while. She moans and starts to grind over my face.
Jimar lifts his hand off her tit and smacks it from the side. Keira moans louder into his mouth as I watch her nipple tighten. It was Jimar who discovered the sub in her. Before she never used to be into anything rough. Jimar just seemed to know. He's a natural dom, though. He's been doing it for years. Says he can tell a woman is sub from her face in a crowd.
I can feel Keira getting close to coming. She's grinding on me hard. Their kiss deepens as I feel her juices start to spill onto my chin. My tongue and jaw are sore but I don't care. I just want to make her come.
She starts moaning again and Jimar pulls away from their kiss. He twists her nipple between his finger and thumb and she shrieks at the burst of pain. I plunge my tongue into her and feel her sweaty cunt squeeze around it. I flick back up to her clit and start spinning tight, fast circles around the nub of flesh. Jimar twists her other nipple. She starts to come.
"Fuck!" she shrieks as her hot pussy starts pumping juice down onto my chin. I can feel her float away, soaring on the crest of her orgasm as she yells out again from the pleasure. When she comes back down she sinks onto my face feeling even heavier than before.
Jimar leans in for another kiss. Keira slides forward. I take one last gasp of air because I don't know when she'll let me breathe next. It comes with the tantalizing, dank scent of her musky back hole. The room goes black as she smothers me with her ass.
Chapter 5
After that first night at the party Keira and I became a lot more social. Not because we were into parties but because they provided a fun place for us to play. The routine would always be the same. We'd both get a little tipsy. We'd head over the party and I'd find a spot where I could sit, usually in the corner of the room. Keira would get a drink and wander out into the center of the room. It never failed. It never took more than a minute before some guy came up and started hitting on her. She'd get a little flirty, then a lot. He'd start getting closer to her. Sometimes a girlfriend would emerge, like that first time with Rick. But sometimes one wouldn't.
It was so thrilling to see Keira getting all worked up about these other guys. We did that three or four times and each time we would go home and have the hottest sex. I'd dirty talk about what she'd done, calling her a slut and a bad girl. That would make her come every time. She loved that. For a long time that was all we did. I guess we were both still a little scared that things between us might change if we actually went through with anything other than flirting.
Then came the first time. It was after finals. We were both done with everything and Heather was having another party to celebrate the end of school. Keira got a little drunker than she usually did before we went out. I even asked her if she was okay because she was stumbling around a little on the way over but she said she was fine.
When we got there, everything changed. Playful, tipsy Keira disappeared. She was replaced with sexy, confident Keira. Keira who knew what she wanted. Keira who was on a mission.
"Are you ready to try this for real?" she asked right before we stepped inside the house.
"Try it for real? You mean..."
"I mean are we actually going to do this or just pretend?" It was a little scary how serious she was but it was also incredibly hot that she was taking charge.
"If you want to," I said. I was a tiny bit weary of letting her make a decision like this knowing what state she was in, but I couldn't resist. It was exciting to think of her lips on another man's mouth.
"Do you?"
I nodded in reply.
"Are you sure? It's not going to...fuck this up?" Keira rarely swore. I knew she was serious when she did. I cared about her deeply and I knew she cared about me. Having seen he flirting and knowing my reaction to that, I was certain things would be okay between us.
"I'm sure. If you want to do this, I'm totally behind it."
"Okay." I caught her arm as she turned around.
"Keira?"
"Huh?"
"Just make sure I can watch you, okay?
Her serious expression lifted and was replaced with another smile. She leaned closer, the scent of her flowery perfume mingling with the taste of booze on her breath. She kissed me on the lips, then pulled away. "Okay."
Okay.
The word made me shiver as I watched her turn around. We were really doing this. She was really doing it. If things went well, and considering Keira's appeal they would, I would soon be watching her kiss another man.
Inside the house was dimly lit and the music was thumping and loud. Keira held my hand as we made our way through the crowded living room and towards a room in the back, away from the deafening speakers.
I nodded. I hadn't expected the party to be this wild either. "Do you want to leave?" I asked. Somewhere inside I was hoping she would say yes. Even though I was excited about seeing her make out with someone else, I was a little scared about what the outcome would be. Would we be the same after she did it? Would I get jealous? Too jealous? Would I be able to handle it? Even though we weren't yet married, we were pretty serious and I wondered what it would do to our relationship. Up until that point it had been all fun and games watching her flirt then dirty talking about it in bed. This was going to be something completely different. This wasn't just going to be a fantasy any more. She was actually going to have intimate, physical contact with another man.
She thought for a moment, then shook her head in response to my question. "No!" she shouted. "I want to do this. I think this is the right feel for it, too. If things don't work or we don't like it we can always just blame it on the vibe, you know?"
I wasn't sure exactly what she meant but it seemed to make sense to her. Maybe she was just drunk. I nodded and let go of her hand, letting her slip back into the dark living room and a sea of dancing bodies.
I leaned against the door frame and watched.
It didn't take more than a minute before she was smiling at another guy. He was big, like Rick had been, with the same kind of square jaw. His hair was combed to one side in a college football preppy sort of way. He had a pretty good smile and the two of them were chatting and laughing in no time so he must have had some good lines. Either that or Keira was just really desperate to do this and was putting on a good show for both of us.
That thought sent a shiver of jealousy and lust racing down my spine. Keira putting on a show. If she was putting on a show she was doing it as much for him as she was for me. That thought stung a little bit. Now there was another guy, even though it was a stranger, that she was playing to. The more I watched the more I realized how innately good she was at it. I hadn't really thought about it before. Our relationship was pretty cerebral. We both respected and admired each other's minds. This was something completely different.
This was a side of Keira that I'd barely seen before. She was so much more feminine, so much more enticing than she ever had been when we'd met. She knew exactly how to move and how to act to let a man know she was interested. At least that's what I thought she was doing.
A touch of the neck here. A downward smile followed up with a quick glance up. She knew the perfect body language to convey the message: I'm into you. What are you going to do about it?
It didn't take long before he stepped closer towards her and put his hands on her hips. The thundering music eased into a slow ballad. The room calmed down. Bodies moved closer together and started to sway instead of jumping. Time seemed to slow down for everyone around me. I was fixated on Keira and this guy.
You couldn't have pried my eyes away from them with a crowbar. I was drinking in the sight of every tiny motion, every look between them. It was painful at first, seeing her that close to someone else. They looked like they were really sharing something, a moment. Like they were communing with each other. That part stung much more than the actual sight of them doing it. The fact that they might be sharing something intimate was much more agonizing than the fact that their bodies were close together.
I held my breath. My pulse thundered in my chest. I was sure if there were anyone near me that they could hear my heart beating, it felt that loud.
And then it happened.
She looked up at the same time that he looked down at her. They gazed into each other's eyes. Keira closed hers first. He leaned over. Their lips met. I watched him push his tongue into her mouth.
It's hard to describe what happened to my body in that moment. I wanted to sing an aria and sob at the same time. I felt the bottom fall out of my stomach and my chest swell with love and pride. And from somewhere in the middle of it all, I felt the warm waves of lust pulsing from my insides. They got stronger and stronger until they filled every part of me, drowning out the agony and the excitement and making my cock stand hard and strong.
I don't know how long it lasted. It seemed like forever and not long enough at the same time. When he pulled away from her she opened her eyes and stared and smiled at him for a while. I just kept staring. There was nothing else I could do. Even if I'd wanted to I don't think I could have moved.
I saw her say something. Some excuse, probably, from what happened next. He looked a little stunned as she smiled one last time and began to walk away. For a moment I worried that he was going to follow her, try to catch up and figure out what went wrong. From the way he was looking at her it seemed that's what he might do. But he didn't. He shook his head, a little frown furrowing his brow. Then he shrugged, turned away and disappeared into the dark crowd.
The music started thumping just as Keira grabbed my hand. There was a glimmer of excitement in her eye. She squeezed my hand with hers. "You okay?" she asked.
I swallowed. Then I nodded. I couldn't stop staring at her.
She giggled into the back of her hand, then stepped around me and started dragging me towards the back door and into the warm night.
We couldn't even wait until we got home. She was too amped up. She dragged me through the backyard and into some bushes, away from the porch lights. We fell onto the ground and started making out.
"Did you see it?" she panted between kisses. "Did you see him kiss me?"
"I did." I pawed at her breast then let my hand slide down her body, towards her waist. "Did you like it?" I whispered.
"Oh my God," she moaned. She took my hand and slid it into her pants, into her panties.
My cock throbbed at the first touch of her sex. She was drenched.
"Oh my God it was so fucking hot!" she said, staring at me. She started moving my hand, showing me what she needed me to do.
I eagerly obliged. I ran my finger up and down her soaked slit until I found the engorged nub of her clit. She moaned as I started moving over it with the tip of my finger. My cock was so hard it was hurting from how badly I needed to be touched but she was so lost in her own pleasure that her hands were nowhere near it. It was kind of hot, actually, all that tension inside me and Keira just lost in her own moment.
Her legs came up off the ground as she got close to her orgasm. In that sort of upside-down frog squat way. I imagined what it would be like if she were naked and he were there. I imagined what it would be like to see her letting him inside. I guess my own need must have given me some courage.
"Are you thinking of him fucking you?" I whispered.
"Oh my God!" she cried. It was too loud but neither of us cared. Her spine curled up off the ground as a climax gripped her body. I felt her pussy squirting liquid, soaking her panties even more. I spun furious circles around her clit, desperate to give her as much pleasure as she could find.
She started panting and crying, a high-pitched, whining mewl that I'd never heard her make. Then, it was over. She was pulling my hand out from between her legs because she couldn't take it any more. It had all been too much.
"Can you..." I asked, hoping that she'd return the favor right then and there.
She was lying on the ground, gasping for air and looking more than a little dazed. She opened her eyes and looked up. "Let's go home. I promise it'll be a better time."
So I scrambled up to my feet and helped her up knowing my biggest challenge was going to be hiding the massive erection I had on the way home.
Chapter 6
Keira always lets me watch her lovers slide into her hot cunt. This time she's on her back. She's usually on her back. Even though our lifestyle is unconventional, Keira's sexual preferences have stayed fairly conservative. She still likes missionary the best. She likes being able to look up at the man fucking her. She likes being able to look into his eyes as she feels his cock move into her.
Someti
mes she lets me hold her hand. This time I'm holding her hand.
"Ooh shit, baby, that pussy's hot!" Jimar says, smiling as he presses the head of his hard cock against the soft, soaked folds of Keira's pussy. As he pulls away to do it again, the wetness on their skin makes a sticky sound as it pulls apart.
"Okay Jimar," Keira answers. "That's nice but you're not here to talk, remember?"
The three of us start to chuckle. Keira's sense of humor and confidence have grown since we started doing this. She's a changed woman. Still smart, but now she's sexy as hell and she knows it, too.
Jimar leans over her again, putting his arms behind the backs of her knees to bring them up higher. From where I'm kneeling by the bed it gives me the perfect view of her pussy. It looks a sweaty mess from the two of us eating it. Her ass hole glistens from making me eat her out there, too.
Jimar loves eating her pussy as much as I do and she always comes a few times by his tongue. That makes her folds engorged and unkempt, like a woman that's already been fucked.
I watch Jimar carefully position the head of his cock at her hole. He runs it up and down her slit a few times. He loves to tease Keira, to get her worked up and whining. He loves it when she starts begging him to enter her.
This time's no different. He lets that long, dark vein slide along her gash, making more moisture come spewing from her insides, coating them both. He groans a satisfied groan as his cock throbs in his hand.
The mewling starts. It's the same sound she made that first night in the backyard. A sound she can't control. A sound that just comes out. After a while she can't help herself, she needs him to be inside.
"Okay Jimar, baby, please!" she squeaks, begging him with her eyes. There are times when we're in it together, when she looks at me and I can feel her love. This is never one of them, though. In this moment, right before he enters her, she's completely and totally his.