Swap Meets (Volume 1): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

In my haste to get the shopping into the car, I caught the last bag against the boot lock. It ripped apart. I watched openmouthed as the contents scattered across the car park. I began to pick the items up, close to tears.

  Jeff had fired something up in me that wouldn’t go away. Those movies only helped to make a bad situation worse. I was putting in some of the goods I’d retrieved when I heard an accented voice. “I think this is the last of it.”

  I wiped my eyes as I gazed up at the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He was tall and slim. Mediterranean looking, dark skinned with pale green eyes, shoulder length black hair and chiseled features with dimples. As I took the groceries from him, I noticed his hands. His fingers were long and perfectly manicured. Our hands touched and heat surged through my body. I staggered against my vehicle and he grabbed me.

  “Are you alright?” he asked. The smile left his face, replaced by concern. Why was he concerned about me, a complete stranger? I couldn’t speak, my mouth opened and closed like a fish, my hormones were raging. I felt even more light-headed than before. I swooned and his hand tightened about me, then nothing but darkness.

  * * *

  The sound of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons coursed through my subconscious mind, piercing its way into my consciousness. My eyes slowly flickered open. I was in unfamiliar surroundings and alone. The coat I wore was gone. I jack-knifed into a sitting position and noted my dress was raised to the top of my thighs. Nothing else seemed disturbed. I looked around the room. It was contemporary and very masculine. Everything had sharp lines in black, white, chrome or a combination of a least two of those colours.

  The furnishings were a marked contradiction to the period of the Victorian style house, which had maintained some of its original features: the ostentatious, elaborate cast-iron fireplace and bay windows. My gaze followed the high polished wooden floor, the moulded border along the walls and around the hanging light. Yet, it worked well. I gazed around this room with the sterile white walls in search of my shoes, coat and bag.

  It was weird, but I didn’t feel afraid even though I had no idea where I was or how I’d gotten there. What I felt was a glow of excitement in the pit of my stomach as I heard footsteps coming towards me. He stood in the doorframe. He’d changed into sweat pants and a vest top which accentuated his physique. My face reddened, and my breath quickened as I admired the bronze idol before me. My thoughts paraded all manner of illicit imagery across my mind’s eye.

  Chapter 3

  I swung my legs off the sofa onto the floor, but remained seated. “Who are you? How did I get here?” I asked, sure he could read the puzzled expression on my face.

  “I’m Alessandro Agostino. You fell into my arms in the store car park. So I brought you to my home,” he said, leaning against the doorframe barefooted with his arms folded across his chest. A smile spread across his face. Damn, there should be a law against being so hot with dimples. The memories came flooding back and so did the feeling of wanting to feel fulfilled. My crotch moistened and my flush deepened.

  “How do you feel now?” he asked as he moved towards me. “You gave me quite a fright, I can tell you.”

  “I’m sorry,” I stuttered.

  Having him so close to me set my pulse racing. I tugged at the hem of my dress, pulling it as far down as I could. I wanted to get up and leave, but my legs were like jelly.

  “You didn’t have any identification with you except for your debit and library card. ‘Stacey Richardson.’ Sorry I had a look through your bag to see if there was anyone I should call.”

  I looked towards my bag. Strange, I usually carried my driving license, as well as an emergency contact card, which came with the purse when I bought it. I’d thought it was a good idea and filled in my basic personal details: name, date of birth, allergies and my husband’s contact details. Then I noticed my wedding ring was also missing. I hadn’t put it back on after the washing up. I didn’t understand, I’d never forgotten to put it back on before.

  “I must have left them in the car,” I said absently, mainly speaking to myself to rationalise why I didn’t have these things with me.

  “No you didn’t, I looked there too when I brought your shopping over to my house.”

  “You did what?” I was incredulous. “Why would you bring my shopping into your home?”

  “It seemed like the logical thing to do at the time. You fainted. The things I saw in your boot needed to stay frozen. I had no idea how long you’d be out.”

  “Oh. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to appear ungrateful, but why didn’t you just call the emergency services?”

  “I checked your vital signs and you were okay. I saw no need to involve anyone else.”

  “Are you a doctor?”

  “No, but I have some medical training, and my diagnosis was you fainted. So, I brought you here.”

  “Where exactly is here?” I was surprised it took me this long to ask the question of my whereabouts. Was I going mad? I was sitting in the home of a strange man; my groceries were in his freezer. He’d removed some of my clothing. Albeit only my coat and shoes. He had no business taking anything off me. He’d gone through my bag and car. Yet none of this appeared to faze me.

  “I live across the street from the car park.”

  I barely registered what he said, still a prisoner of my own thoughts.

  I began to wonder, had I subconsciously planned this? I was without my wedding ring and appropriate identification. Something I’d never consciously do. I don’t even remember removing these items. The only thing I was sure of: my body was hot for this complete stranger. I needed to get out of there before I did something I couldn’t undo and would regret for the rest of my life. I struggled to my feet and fell forward into Alessandro’s arms.

  “I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment or condemnation, that the sight of me keeps you off your feet.” He smiled into my eyes, his arm holding me tight against his torso. My nipples hardened to the pressure of touching his chest. I pushed away hoping he hadn’t felt it too.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

  “If you apologise once more, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  “I’m sorry.” The words slipped out before I was conscious of even uttering them.

  His lips found mine; his tongue forced my lips apart. My mouth opened to receive him. His tasted so sweet like caramel and chocolate. My hands moved to his hair as I dragged him in closer. As the kiss deepened, my body melted into his. My stomach flipped over to the quivering in my groin. Somewhere in the haze of my desire, I heard a voice say, this is wrong, you don’t even know this man.

  I tried to push myself from within the circle of his arms, but I was either too weak or my body just didn’t want to respond, to separate from his. I loved how it felt when the pressure in his pants dug into me.

  I finally tore my lips away and tried to put some distance between us, but only succeeded in falling back into the sofa.

  “I can’t,” I said, and shook my head. “We mustn’t—I’m not…” I was about to tell him I wasn’t free to act this way. I was a married woman, this was wrong. But he joined me on the sofa and covered my face with tiny assured kisses, brushing my forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. I opened my mouth to protest. He covered my lips with his own.

  I felt lost.

  “Ti voglio,” he said, nibbling at my ear. “If you only knew how long I waited for this moment. Mia cara. I watched you from my study every week as you do your shopping.”

  “You’ve been watching me? Every week!” This revelation gave me the strength I needed to push away from him. Was I in the home of my stalker? Still, the news did little to unsettle me. I was more curious than scared. This Adonis of a man had been watching me. A boring thirty-eight-year-old homemaker dithering on the borders of middle age. There was nothing special about me. Plain in looks with mousy blond hair, my grey eyes and long dark eyelashes were my only redeeming features.

  “Sì, cara, I watch you from upstair
s at my study window. I see when your car enters the car park; then I go shopping too. I only buy a few things as I watch you walk around the store putting items into your basket from your list as you mumble to yourself. So many times I wanted to approach you. Today gave me that opportunity,” he said, absently stroking my hair. His desires burned into me as I gazed into his eyes.

  I felt surprised, yet flattered. How was it, I never noticed this Italian god before? Maybe I did and pretended not to. Otherwise, why am I here, minus my wedding band and ID? My body reacted to him sliding his hand up my leg until it reached my sweet spot. I sighed and fell backwards onto the sofa. His fingers traced the damp patch on the crotch of my panties and along my slit. All thoughts of being married, of Jeff, temporarily forgotten as I basked in the sensation running through my body.

  My legs voluntarily separated to allow better access. I heard his sharp intake of air as his breathing became unsteady. “Mio Dio, la tua bellezza…” he whispered, pulling one of my legs onto his lap. He lowered his head to my knee and began kissing his way up my leg. The citrus scent of his aftershave and the pounding of my heart intoxicated me. A sense of euphoria crept up at me. I became giddy with the possibility of my snatch receiving special treatment twice, and by two different men in less than twenty-four hours.

  Alessandro raised my leg, which was nestled on his lap, and placed it over his shoulder and behind him onto the sofa as he moved between my legs and onto the floor in front of me. Pushing my legs farther apart, he shoved his face between them, covering my snatch with his mouth over the material of my panties. I gasped as he rubbed his face from side to side with the crotch of my panties between his teeth.

  The sensation was like nothing I’d ever experienced; his hot breath against the material of my panties warmed me. It was amazing. He stopped, sliding his tongue up and down my slit to my crack, over the fabric lingering there. Shifting my panties aside his tongue darted in and out of my arse. I began to squeal, my voice sounded foreign to my ears. Goosebumps travelled over my flesh. My legs now on his shoulders. I grabbed his head, the silken strands laced between my fingers as I bucked forward pulling his head still deeper. As my orgasm approached, my toes curled and I began to gyrate about his head.

  Alessandro left his ministration of my arse and moved to find my clit. He nibbled and sucked on my tender flesh. My mind skyrocketed to another dimension as the floodgates to my desires opened and released sixteen years of pent up desire gushing into his face, soaking my panties. My cries of ecstasy were extreme. It’s a wonder no one called the police to complain and have them check out the disturbance.

  Alessandro’s hand attempted to pull down my panties. I grabbed his hands. “No please. I’d like to keep them on. I’m too nervous to remove them.” He looked at me with understanding. “It’s okay, I can work around them,” he said, and moved back to the sofa. He removed his sweat pants and rolled a condom onto his perfect penis. I watched as he struggled to pull the latex over his long, thick phallus. It looked too small, but he managed to stretch it, leaving what looked like a little cap on top. I smiled, it reminded me of the Royal Guards standing on guard outside Buckingham Palace, in that little box.

  I’d only ever seen one other penis up close in real life and that was Jeff’s. Alessandro’s cock was so different. It didn’t have that extra skin Jeff’s had or those sticky-out veins. It was as thick as Jeff’s, but looked terrifyingly longer. I wondered if I’d be able to accommodate such a monster cock. My throbbing snatch was aching to find out. Alessandro glanced towards me now he’d finished covering his dick with rubber.

  “Do you want to touch it, cara?” he cooed, his accent became more apparent as his arousal intensified. “Voglio sentire il tuo tocco leggero sul mio cazzo.”

  I had no idea what he’d said, but it sounded as sexy as hell. It was like music to my ears and set my juices flowing all over again. My body had never felt so alive. He took my hand, stroking it up and down his length. It sent shock waves up my arm, through my spine and settled in my centre. I could barely fit my hand around him. He lay back on the sofa, sighing with his eyes closed as I gently stroked him.

  “Continua a toccarmi così. Don’t stop,” he said, covering my hand with his own.

  Chapter 4

  “Vieni, dolcezza, lascia che mi prenda cura di te,” he said as he lifted me towards him.

  “English please, I don’t understand,” I said, trembling at his words. I may not have understood the meaning of the words coming out of his mouth, but I understood what the glint in his eyes meant. It would translate in any language. The smooth deep tones of his voice relaxed me. Its slow Italian drawl aroused me. I was hot and I was ready.

  “Come, I will care for you. I will hear you scream my name from your lips.” He set me down to straddle him as he moved the crotch of my panties to the side.

  I placed my hand against his shoulder. “Sorry Alessandro I can’t do this facing you.”

  “This is not a problem.” He turned me around so I was facing away from him. “Place your hands on my knee, cara, for balance. I will do the rest.” His voice thickened and deepened with anticipation, his accent stronger as I leaned forward and bent towards him. He pulled me back to him, his fingers exposed my crotch as he teased my panties to the side and hovered me over his fat tool.

  Gently sliding me down to sit on him.

  As I felt him stretch my entrance, my mind immediately went to Jeff. It was Jeff I could see and feel filling me up. I slithered a little further down on his member.

  “Easy, cara, you are as tight as a virgin, we are going to have to take it slower so I do not hurt you.” He groaned in surprise. “La tua figa è così fottutamente stretta. I love it,” he said as he took control of my hips, rocking me back and forth, bringing me down onto him a little at a time. The more he pressed into me the more Jeff’s image appeared in front of me as a hologram.

  This projected vision of Jeff was leaning against the fireplace with his dick in his hand, wanking as he watched the hot, sexy Italian fuck the living daylight out of me. He was smiling at me, accepting I had another man’s cock stuffed inside me. He nodded and licked his lips. The image got me so turned on, I forgot what Alessandro had said about taking it slow. The image I had in my head of my husband watching me being fucked by another, made my cavern sodden as the juice flowed from my body like heavy rain.

  I rode Alessandro like a champion rodeo cowboy. I remember him telling me I’d be screaming his name. However, it was the other way around. Whatever my ministration was doing, had him screaming my name. In Italian, English and I could have sworn Latin. The smile on Jeff’s face widened as I began to twist and buck. Alessandro’s fingers caressed my clit as I bobbed up and down. My head thrashed from side to side and the sweat cascaded down my face and back.

  I gazed into the eyes of projection Jeff as I neared my orgasm. He gave me the thumbs up sign and I screamed as I experienced my second orgasm of the day. I fell back onto Alessandro, his tool dipped in further. He pushed into me as far as it could go. Gasping, he lifted me; still locked in position when he flipped me so I was kneeling on the sofa. He put a hand on my shoulder and pressed me forward. His other hand was on my hips as he glided in and out. He pushed my dress up and kissed and licked my back. His hand groped my breasts, squeezing them through the material.

  Jeff had moved over to the dining table in front of me. He sat on one of the chairs, pulling on his cock as he took in the show. The smile never left his face. He wanted me to see him watching. To see my expression, as he watched me milled by another man. It turned him on. Projection Jeff was a freak.

  I love it.

  Alessandro’s hands were both on my hips drawing me to him. As he reached his climax, he reached round and rubbed my button, now hard and swollen. I shivered and came again. I slipped off and fell exhausted onto the sofa. Jeff had his own orgasm, blew me a kiss and vanished. Alessandro lay beside me mumbling in Italian. "Mio Dio! Sapevo che sarebbe stata una cavalcata bollente d
al momento in cui ti ho vista!"

  I didn’t know what he was saying and didn’t care. I finally knew what Liz and Jackie were talking about and I was happy.

  * * *

  I arrived home to find my ring and ID in a neat pile on the desk next to the laptop. I must have put them there, but had no recollection of doing any such thing. By the time Jeff put in an appearance from work, I’d bathed, dressed and cooked our evening meal. He kissed me then left to freshen up for dinner.

  While I reflected on the day I’d had. On leaving Alessandro, he’d asked to see me again the next day.

  I declined.

  “What about next week?” he asked.

  “I don’t know, we’ll see,” I said fixing my hair.

  He took a business card from the table and handed it to me. “Call me anytime. I will always be available for you.”

  I could see that he was hurt I didn’t want to hook up again anytime soon. I had Jeff to think about and although the sex was bad between us, everything else in our marriage was good. I would sooner hurt Alessandro than I would ever dream of hurting Jeff. However, things in our relationship were going to have to change.