Shaken in her Boots, The Complete Series (Volumes 1-3): A Hotwife Adventure

by Bart Tracer

  Turning, I put a hand on each of her hips and pulled her naked form to me. Our lips met as her little hand snaked downward across my abs. Finding my penis, she cupped me in her hand and gave a gentle squeeze. I sighed and slid my own hands up her slender torso to catch her firm little tits. Taking the bar of soap from the holder, I began to soap her tight, athletic body.

  “So how was your ride today?” Lizzie asked as I grew in her hand. “Did you have a good time?”

  Kissing her wet neck, I moved to soap her wonderful ass, answering, “It was beautiful, with the leaves changing and all. It’s starting to turn colder, though. Before long, I’ll have to get off my butt and cut us some firewood for the winter.” Turning her away from me, I reached around her and soaped her slit, fingering her as I talked.

  Each year, I promised myself that I wouldn’t procrastinate with the firewood. I’d go out early this time and have a woodpile to last all winter by the time the leaves began to fall. But year after year found me traipsing through the snowy woods with a chainsaw, wearing a parka. And I had managed to uphold the tradition once more.

  “Yeah,” Lizzie said meaningfully, turning back to face me and raising an eyebrow. “That’s just one of the things you’ve been putting off.”

  I’d walked right into it. I felt my dick give a little jump.

  “You know,” she pressed, “it’s only a few weeks until Thanksgiving. If we’re going to take Lance up on his offer to spend the holiday with him, we need to let him know. For that matter, we need to let him know if we’re not coming!”

  I knew she was right. I had been putting this off. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do. Actually, that wasn’t true. I knew what I wanted, but admitting it to myself was more difficult. The thing was, if we went, this wasn’t going to be your average, run-of-the-mill Thanksgiving holiday. Far from it…

  A chance happening at a rodeo dance this summer had resulted in me watching my innocent wife seduce another man. And that man had been Lance. Seeing them together that way had, without a doubt, been the most exciting and erotic experience of my life. A deeply powerful, but also somewhat confusing experience, lust and jealousy intertwined. She had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed it. To be honest, I was still just a bit confused about how much I actually had enjoyed it!

  That had been four weeks ago, and she and I still had yet to really talk about what happened that weekend. Sure, we had been busy, practicing and competing, but deep down, I think we were both a little frightened by the intensity of that night. So we had simply gone on about our lives, each of us waiting for the other to make the first move.

  Our sex lives had improved dramatically since that night. There was a new sense of passion when I made love to her. Though she never mentioned him, I constantly found myself wondering whether she was thinking of him when we were intimate and the idea drove me crazy with lust. Even my dreams were haunted by the image of her writhing beneath Lance, her slender legs rising up to caress his sides as she opened herself to him.

  And now, Lance had invited us to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with him at his ranch. And Lizzie and I both knew what would happen if we took him up on his offer. It was as certain as the rising of the sun in the east. If we said yes, she was going to wind up in bed with him again.

  “Do you want to go?” I asked, trying to sound confident.

  “I don’t know. Only if you do,” she put the ball back in my court.

  “You know, we never really talked about what happened with him.”

  “I know,” she said quietly, looking at the shower drain.

  We’d put this moment off for weeks. Now, we were going to talk. I turned toward the wall and turned off the water.

  “Why don’t we continue this discussion in bed?” I challenged with a smile.

  “Why, Mr. Allen!” Lizzie grinned, giving me a playful squeeze. “I thought you’d never ask!”

  Giggling, she hopped out and, snatching her towel from the rack, ran down the hall to the bedroom. I could hear her in the other room as I dried myself, moving around as she quickly got ready. Then, the bedsprings creaked loudly as she jumped into bed. Laughing to myself, I tied the towel around my waist, ran a comb through my still-damp hair, and walked down the hallway to join her.

  Chapter 4

  All the lights in the room were turned off, the only illumination provided by two flickering tapers in candlesticks on each nightstand. Their soft glow revealed the smiling face of my beautiful wife, lying beneath the comforter. She patted the bed beside her.

  “Come on, Sweetie. I’m waiting!”

  My hand loosened the towel around my hips, letting it slide down my legs to lie in a heap on the carpet. I pulled back the covers and slid in next to Elizabeth, catching a brief glimpse of her nude form in the shadows before she was once again covered by the bedlinen. We lay on our sides facing one another and I leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her round little forehead. I drew back and stared into her sapphire eyes, waiting for her to speak.

  “So, Lance…” she began hesitantly.

  “Yes?”

  “What do you want to do?” she continued.

  I wavered, unsure if I should speak my mind. Once articulated, my thoughts could set us on a course from which there might be no return. I stroked her auburn hair away from her pale little face and made my decision. I had denied the truth long enough.

  “I think we should go,” I said simply.

  “You do? Really? You’re sure? Even after what happened?” she spoke rapidly, excitedly, giving me no time to answer.

  I put a finger to her lips, “Lizzie, I liked what happened.”

  She stared at me, eyes wide, “You did? It’s just that…well, it seemed like you were into it at the time, but then, when you didn’t mention it afterwards, I thought maybe you wished it hadn’t happened.”

  “I’m glad it happened. I’ve tried to deny it, to pretend it didn’t excite me, but the truth is, I can’t get it out of my head!”

  “Oh God! Me either! I was just afraid to say anything. But I loved it! I never want to hurt you, Bill. You’re everything to me!”

  “I feel the same way, Baby! I think that’s why it was so thrilling. I love you so much, and watching him give you so much pleasure was… amazing!”

  Her lips parted as her warm fingers found my cock beneath the covers. I was starting to get hard.

  “So, you liked watching me with him?” she cooed.

  My penis jumped at the thought.

  “Ooooh!” she remarked. “Guess I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

  “Yesss!” I hissed. “God yes! It was so hot, the way he stretched you with his big cock!”

  “You liked that he was big? Bigger than you?” Her other hand now snaked up between my thighs to hold my testicles.

  “Yes!” I admitted. I was now fully erect. My 6 inch boner pulsed excitedly in her stroking hand. “That was a big turn-on, the fact that he’s so much bigger than me. That he could give you more.”

  “Aaaww! That’s sweet, Bill,” she gushed, wrinkling her nose at me. “Just look how hard you are, thinking about him giving me that big thingy of his! If we go, are you going to let him have me again?”

  “Oh God! If that’s what you want!...Aaaah!...Do you want him to have you?”

  “We’re not talking about me, Bill,” she admonished, rubbing me faster. “The question is, whether you want it. Tell me the truth, Baby, do you want Lance to fuck your wife for you?”

  “Yes!” I practically shouted. “Oh God, yes, Lizzie!”

  “Me too, Baby! I can hardly wait for him to do me in front of you again!”

  My manhood now twitched with arousal, dangerously close to cumming. I pushed her away from my crotch and then brought my hands up to hold her face tenderly. I looked deep into her eyes and softly kissed her lips.

  “Just promise me you won’t fall in love with him,” I implored, suddenly needing reassurance. “I couldn’t bear it if you left me for him!”

  “Ne
ver! Oh Bill, never! Baby, I love you! Only you!”

  “God, I love you, too, Elizabeth!”

  Her eyes brimmed with emotion, the candlelight dancing across them. She reached for me, her delicate hand caressing the side of my neck, travelling upwards to play along my ear. Leaning forward, she kissed me, her tongue darting quickly, passionately into my mouth. Then she settled back to gaze into my eyes once more.

  For a long moment, we stayed like that, two lovers sharing a tender moment. No more words passed between us. None were necessary. A sense of satisfied peace now presided. The topic that had gnawed at us both these past few weeks had been broached, and ultimately, we had discovered that we both shared the same desires. We were alright. And we were now poised to embark on a new and exciting adventure; one that we would share together.

  “You seem to be pretty fond of ole Lance as well,” I teased her at length, trying to lighten the mood before she cried.

  “That’s different. That was just sex.”

  “Just sex?” I raised an eyebrow. “I remember it being pretty good sex!”

  She punched my shoulder and rolled her eyes.

  “Okay, so maybe it was good sex! Really good sex!” she giggled, thinking back. “But he could never replace you. He’s no threat to our marriage.”

  “That’s good to hear,” I smiled. “So, you really want to go? Should I call and accept his invitation?”

  She bit her lip shyly for just a second before nodding rapidly, “Uh huh! I do!”

  “Alright then, I’ll give him a call in the morning. But for now, Mrs. Allen, I guess I’d better hurry up and make love to you while there’s no well-hung stud around to hog all your attention!”

  She giggled in delight, producing a condom from beneath her pillow. Closing her teeth on the foil package, she quickly tore it open and tossed it to the floor next to the bed. Then, practiced hands smoothed the thin latex barrier down my already very stiff penis. Now that I was safely sheathed, she smiled sweetly and turned onto her back, waiting for me to take my place between her legs.

  Rolling onto her, I felt the sensitive head of my cock bump her slippery opening. I pressed down and felt her open around me, accepting my shaft into her depths. I sighed at the feeling of her familiar heat enveloping me. Her arms rose and her hands found the back of my neck as I humped up into her, burying my full length in her welcoming folds.

  I pulled back until only the head remained inside her, then slowly forced myself home. Holding still, deep inside my wife, I relished the sensation of her snugness around my rod, pausing to steal a kiss from her soft lips. I lowered my head to tease her small breasts with my lips and began to saw myself in and out of her tight opening. Raising up on my arms, I thrust myself ardently up into her silky wetness again and again, my balls bouncing rhythmically off her round butt.

  At one point, role play had been an important part of our lovemaking. Many a time, we had pretended that I was Lance, taking her in front of her husband. But after our adventure at the rodeo, both of us had been hesitant to go there. It had just all seemed a little too real. Now, with the air cleared between us, Lizzie once more felt like being a little naughty.

  “Oh, that’s it, Lance!” she gasped beneath me. “Show my husband how it’s done! Fuck me!”

  “Aaahh! I’m so glad he finally brought you over for another session,” I played along. “I wasn’t sure he’d let you come back.”

  “Unngh! Don’t worry about Bill. He knows I need your big cock, Baby!”

  Her words were turning me on like crazy. Hearing her use his name jumpstarted my imagination, and I began to envision all the naughty things he would do to her during our visit. My dick was so hard it hurt. I laid into her for all I was worth, causing her to squirm with excitement under me.

  “You missed my big cock?” I asked her, jabbing my cock forcefully into her pussy.

  “God, yes!” she shouted, grinning up at me in the dim light from the candles. “I missed it so much, Lance!”

  There was no way I was going to last. The dirtiness of talking about the man she had fucked in our trailer, the man she was going to fuck again, was too much for me. I could feel that familiar pressure building in my balls.

  “Does your husband…uunngh!...Does your husband fuck you like this?”

  “No…aaaahh!...No way, Lance!” she moaned, close to orgasm. “He’s much too small to fuck me like you!”

  That was it. I exploded. My balls drew up against my shaft and my dick pulsed so hard, it felt like it was detaching itself from my body. Moaning and sobbing, I spurted forcefully over and over into the condom, climbing Lizzie’s heavenly body in an effort to get deeper as I came.

  Lizzie was right there with me. Her entire body went stiff as her orgasm hit her. Mouth open, eyes rolled back into her skull, she grunted loudly then began to wail, her slender legs held straight out to the sides, shaking like reeds in the wind. She clutched my butt, drawing me deeper as she spasmed around me.

  We lay, tangled in each other’s arms, until we regained our breath, then I went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I returned, my wife was sleeping already, her chest rising and falling in an even cadence. I pulled the comforter up over her nakedness, then blew out the candles and joined her in bed. As I snuggled up behind her sleeping form, I couldn’t help but wonder just how much truth there had been to my wife’s naughty words.

  Chapter 5

  It was still dark when I awoke the next morning. Just the slightest hint of red was peeking over the eastern horizon. Elizabeth was already up. I could hear her in the kitchen, singing quietly to herself as she fixed breakfast. The smell of coffee and bacon frying drifted down the hallway, causing my stomach to rumble.

  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and reached for my phone on the nightstand. I’d put it off long enough. It was time to call Lance. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat as the phone rang.

  “Hello,” a voice answered.

  “Lance? This is Bill.”

  “Bill! How the hell are you, man?!”

  “Great! We’re doing great. How about you? Congratulations on winning the state saddle bronc championship!”

  “Thanks! Thanks a lot. Looked like you two did pretty well, too.”

  “Not too bad. Lizzie came in third in the barrels. I made second in the calf roping.” I offered. Why was I shrugging? He couldn’t see me through the phone!

  “That’s great! Tell her congratulations for me. I was actually just thinking of you two.”

  “Yeah, we were talking about you last night.”

  “All good, I trust!” he laughed. “Listen, have you guys given any thought to coming down to see me over Thanksgiving?”

  For the briefest of moments, I hesitated. This was it. I took a breath.

  “Umm, if the offer still stands…”

  Lance cut me off, “Oh, it still stands! Seriously! Nothing could make me happier!”

  “Well, alright then,” I said, “just tell us when and where.”

  “Awesome, Bill! Awesome! You guys won’t regret it!” promised Lance. “Tell you what, how would you feel about coming out for the whole week? Say from Saturday morning through the following Sunday? That way, we’ll have enough time to enjoy ourselves: swimming, horseshoes, riding, quail hunting, barbecue, whatever.”

  More time for ‘whatever’, huh? I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words.

  “Sure, we can do that,” I found myself agreeing. “Why don’t you text us directions to the ranch, so we can find it.”

  “Actually, I’ve got a better idea! Isn’t there a landing strip a few miles from you guys?”

  “Yeah,” I answered. “There’s a little airport a couple of miles out of Glenton. It’s about 15 miles from us. Why do you ask?”

  “Why don’t I fly up in my 421 and pick you guys up. It’d save you a day of driving! Besides, I’ve kinda been lookin’ for an excuse to take the old bird out for a spin. What do you say?”

  “421?
” I drew a total blank.

  “Sorry! My airplane. My twin Cessna.”

  Airplane! Of course. God, I’d totally forgotten about Lance being a pilot. He was offering to fly us out to his ranch.

  “Geez, Lance! I don’t know what to say. Are you sure?”

  “Absolutely! Tell you what, be at the airport at, let’s say, 8 o’clock Saturday morning and I’ll pick you up!”

  “Alright. Okay, sounds good!”

  “Okey dokey! See you then!”

  I hung up the phone and put it back on the nightstand. From the kitchen, I could hear Elizabeth setting the table. She was almost finished. If I was going to get a shower before breakfast, I was going to have to get a move on!

  Chapter 6

  Over breakfast, I told Lizzie all about my phone conversation with Lance. Her eyes lit up when I told her we were going to be taking an airplane ride.

  “So, he wants us to stay a whole week?” she asked.

  “More like 9 days, actually. He has a pool, hot tub, all sorts of things to do,” I explained. “Plus, I’m pretty sure he’d like to spend a little more time with you, if you know what I mean...”

  I made my eyebrows bounce up and down like Groucho Marx, making Lizzie laugh.

  “Hmmm,” she thought for a minute. “Sounds fun to me!”

  “We’ll need to find somebody to feed the horses while we’re gone. Thought maybe I’d ask Tom down the road.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. We should also make a trip to town. I need to pick up a few things.”

  “Oh?” I teased. “Gonna get some new sexy outfits to wear around Lance?”

  “Stop!” she giggled. “Just some essentials: toothpaste, deodorant, stuff like that! Although, I actually do need to pick up a new bathing suit. You haven’t taken me to the pool in ages, and the one I wear when we go down to the creek is looking pretty ratty!”