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

by Bart Tracer

When we were done, Elizabeth cleared away the dishes, making sure to keep her long legs straight each time she bent to put a plate in the dishwasher. My already full balls were killing me at this point and a quick glance at Lance told me he, too, was feeling the burn. Enough was enough! It was time for my cock-tease of a wife to be fucked!

  “Lance,” I said, my horniness rapidly overwhelming my self-consciousness, “are you going to take my wife to bed now, or do I have to do it?!”

  For just a second, he looked at me, stunned. Then, he broke into a wide smile, “Why yes, Bill! I’d be honored to take care of that for you!”

  As soon as he finished speaking, up he sprang and caught Lizzie by the waist. Lifting her effortlessly, he laid her over his shoulder and started for the master bedroom with me following. Her excited gasps told me she was enjoying being manhandled like this.

  Stopping at the foot of the bed, he bent forward and tossed my squealing bride onto the comforter, then took a step back and began to disrobe. Lizzie’s eyes burned with lust as she waited for him, her thighs rubbing together in anticipation. When he pushed his shorts down, his massive cock sprang into view, eliciting a whimper from her. God, she was turned on!

  Sliding quickly off the bed, Lizzie sank to her knees in front of him, inhaling his enormous member to the root as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Lance gasped, his back arching back, caught off-guard by the unexpected and unfamiliar sensation of my wife’s mouth taking his length. Lizzie had done it. She was the first woman to ever fit all of Lance’s cock in her mouth and a perverse sense of pride filled me as I watched her little head bob on his tool.

  “Oh God!” Lance moaned, his hands finding the back of her head. “Oh God! What…How are you…Oh Fuck!” He was beside himself, overcome with ecstasy. Lizzie’s practice with the dildo now really paying off, she sucked him avidly, her little hands playfully kneading his big testicles.

  She blew him like that for several minutes, working him deep into her throat, her cute little nose nestled in his pubic hair, before retreating to flick his sensitive glans with her darting tongue. Each pass along his shaft drew another astonished moan from him, until finally, she let him plop from her mouth. Smiling up sweetly from between his legs, she quickly crawled backwards onto the bed where she waited for him, an exquisite vision in her slinky gown, her lips still wet from her oral assault on his prick.

  Lance joined her on the comforter, his powerful hands practically tearing the sash from her waist. Opening the dark red dressing gown, he peeled it from her shoulders and pushed the fabric down the length of her heaving body, revealing a black lace negligee that I had never seen before, obviously one of the pieces she had purchased just for him.

  It was exquisite. The black lace contrasted beautifully with her ghostly pale skin and flame-red hair as he bent to nuzzle her long, graceful neck, his large hands exploring the gauzy fabric that enveloped her heavenly curves.

  My knees felt weak as I watched him fondle her, so I sat down on the sofa in the sitting area. I could feel my pulse pounding in my crotch, causing my dick to jump each time my heart beat. Maybe it was all the teasing earlier, or maybe it was Lance’s forceful onslaught, but I don’t think I have ever been so aroused. It felt like my swollen balls were going to explode. I dared not touch my dick for fear I would cum immediately.

  Pushing her onto her back, Lance dove between her legs, lapping at her panty-clad crotch like a starving hound. Lizzie howled with excitement, writhing back and forth on the bed as Lance feasted on her sex. Catching her panties with his fingers, he pulled them aside, exposing her wetness. Now, his tongue pierced her to the quick, worming its way up inside her tight little passage. Pulling away, he planted kisses along her inner thighs and playfully chewed at her sparse pubic hair, whipping her into a frenzy of lust.

  Lizzie moaned and begged him, thrusting her pelvis up wantonly as she tried to force him to tongue her again. But Lance knew how to build her excitement. He teased her without mercy, kissing and nipping at her tender flesh, judiciously avoiding her desperate pussy. Time and again, he licked and kissed his way up to her lips, only to retreat once more, leaving her to whine in frustration. On and on, he tormented her, never enough contact to relieve her growing need.

  Finally, he relented, attacking her pussy once more with his tongue. The effect was nothing short of spectacular. My wife stiffened and screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands clasping behind Lance’s head as she pulled his face into her spasming hole. She pushed her hips up, grinding herself savagely into his tongue, as though she were trying to get his entire head inside her, and screamed again.

  For just a moment, I was afraid she would smother him, but she suddenly released her grip. Her legs fell away and her head flopped back onto the bed, her arms dropping limply to her sides. She lay there gasping for air in the aftermath of her orgasm, her chest heaving. Her little breasts rippled seductively with each ragged breath, her nipples as hard as diamonds.

  Rising up from between her outspread legs, Lance turned his head to grin wickedly at me before moving up her quivering body. His hands grasped her lacy panties and ripped them from her hips, throwing the ruined scrap of fabric to the floor. Gone was the gentle Lance of yesterday, he was now a raging bull, frenzied and desperate to mate with this willing female.

  From my vantage point on the sofa at the foot of the bed, I could see the plum-sized head of Lance’s immense cock as it bumped adamantly against my wife’s soaking pussy. For just a second, her tightness resisted him, then slowly it yielded to his insistent hardness, stretching tight around him as he penetrated her balls deep in a single stroke. Lizzie gasped and stiffened, cumming again. Her arms rose to encircle him as he began to saw ardently in and out of her pussy.

  “Oh God!” she wailed. “Yes! Fuck me, Lance!”

  And fuck her he did. Lance began to deep-stroke her now, using every inch of his impressive manhood to stretch my wife. On each thrust, he pulled out until only the head was still inside her, before ramming himself forcibly back into her, his enormous balls smacking loudly against her round little ass. She orgasmed at least twice more as he rutted between her gorgeous legs.

  Pulling out, he rolled her onto her stomach, then lifted her roughly up onto all fours. She looked amazing with the filmy negligee just barely concealing her upper body while her naked ass and legs were presented lewdly, her downy little slit winking. Shuffling forward on the bed, he quickly mounted her once again. With his hands on her thin waist, he began to really slam into her, his balls slapping her swollen clit with each punishing stroke of his horse-sized cock. Her sweet little titties jiggled crazily beneath her negligee as he rode her. Lizzie was now beside herself, cumming over and over as Lance fucked her senseless. She screamed and moaned, tears running down her face as he reamed her pussy.

  The intensity of their mating was almost too much to bear. My wife was being fucked to within an inch of her life. I was under no illusion: I would never be able to give her this. From this day on, I would always be her second-best lover. One part of me wanted to cry, the other part was trying not to cum in my pants.

  I wasn’t the only one who was about to bust a nut. From the sound of Lance’s breathing, he too was getting close. If possible, his thrusting now became even more frenetic. His hips were a blur as he pounded my wife. Grasping her shoulders, he climbed up over her ass, his cock now spearing down into her obscenely stretched pussy, rubbing her G-spot as his body tensed. And then, he could hold it no longer. Roaring like an angry bear, he pulled her back into him, forcing her to accept his full length as he began to empty his bloated balls into her receptive pussy.

  This time, I had a front row seat for my wife’s insemination. I could clearly see Lance’s huge testicles draw up tightly against his iron-hard shaft as his orgasm began. The root of his mighty cock began to thump powerfully, delivering his potent semen into my wife’s sexy little clam. He ground his hips forcefully against her upturned ass, his cock continuing to pulse
inside her unprotected pussy, filling her with a seemingly endless amount of sperm. In the end, he gave her more than she could take and his final spurts squeezed past their locked genitals to drip slowly down through her fine red pubic hair.

  My balls ached abominably. As I watched from the couch, I realized that her teasing had also not left Lance unaffected. From our first time with Lance, I had always been impressed by the amount of sperm those colossal nuts of his produced, but this was so far beyond what I had witnessed before. She was awash in his sperm, inundated to the point of overflowing. When his penis pulled out of her, a gush of milky cum followed it, splashing onto the comforter between her legs. It oozed out of her gaping hole, running down her trembling legs to her knees. She looked like she had been serviced by a horse.

  As soon as Lance moved off of her, she collapsed to the bed, gasping for air. Lance, too, flopped down next to her, drained in every sense of the word. For some time, no one said anything. The only sound was the tick-tock of the wall clock over the bed and the panting of the lovers on the bed.

  After about five minutes, Lizzie rose up on her elbows and looked at me, her long hair hanging over her face. “Whew!” she exclaimed with a grin. “Now that was worth waiting for!”

  Lance and I looked at each other and burst out laughing, any potential awkwardness now dead in its tracks. Lizzie, laughing too, sat up and reached for her robe on the floor beside the bed. Slipping it over her shoulders, she tied it tightly around her slim waist and turned to me.

  “Mr. Allen,” she said with mock formality, “your wife is very tired and would now like to go to bed.”

  I hopped up off the couch and walked to her, stooping to retrieve her ruined panties and put them discreetly in my back pocket on my way. Offering her my arm, I bowed low, “Milady!”

  “You guys are crazy!” Lance chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled his shorts up, concealing his heavy cock.

  “We’ll see you in the morning, my good man!” I continued in the same vein, tipping a nonexistent hat toward the man who had just fucked my wife as I escorted her out the door.

  When we reached the guestroom, Elizabeth took off her robe and fell onto the bed. I closed the door behind us and locked it, then unbuckled my pants, leaving them in a wrinkled pile next to the door. My balls hurt so badly I could scarcely bear it, but that was about to change. I couldn’t wait! I peeled off my shirt and my underwear, tossing them to the floor. Hurrying to the bathroom, I retrieved a condom.

  But when I got to the bed, I was surprised to find my half-dressed wife already sound asleep atop the comforter, snoring softly. I touched her shoulder and spoke her name, but there was no response. Lance had worn her completely out.

  Now what was I going to do? It was supposed to be my turn now! I had never been hornier in my life, and now my freshly fucked wife had fallen asleep, leaving me neglected and frustrated, nursing the world’s most severe case of blue balls! I couldn’t wait another day; I was going to have to jerk off.

  With a sigh of resignation, I turned toward the bathroom, when my eyes were drawn to the torn pair of panties still protruding from the back pocket of my jeans on the floor. A wicked idea popped into my head, causing a shiver to run through me. With an impish grin, I bent and plucked them from my pocket.

  Turning back to the bed, I knelt beside my sleeping wife. She still wore the negligee she had worn for Lance, lying on her back with her legs slightly spread. Her thighs were streaked with wetness that extended downward to her ankles, her curly pubes matted with his thick cum. The masculine scent of his essence on her seemed to fill the whole room. Her puffy little slit was red and angry, still gaping slightly as even more of Lance’s load drooled out of her. She looked positively obscene, but outrageously sexy. I wrapped her ripped panties around my erect penis and began to slowly stroke myself as I examined every inch of her used body.

  I liked the smooth feel of the silky panties against my cock as I rubbed myself. In fact, now that I had resigned myself to jacking off instead of fucking my wife, the whole situation was somehow wildly erotic. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I mean think about it, I’d just watched my wife fucked by another man, an exceptionally well-hung man at that. And now, instead of having her myself, I was on my knees, fucking the panties he had torn from her married pussy, panties she had never worn for me. What could be nastier than that?

  It took only minutes for me to climax. I felt it building deep inside my swollen balls, an urgent burning sensation that soon enveloped my entire crotch. With my eyes glued to my wife’s conquered pussy, I held my breath as my orgasm began. My aching nuts contracted tightly as my cock began to pulse fiercely, twitching in my pumping fist as my semen gushed out in powerful spurts, to be caught by the delicate fabric of her underwear. Four, five, six times I squirted, a massive load of sperm that saturated her tiny panties, and still I came. I slumped over, my head resting on the bed beside her beautiful hips as I emptied my balls.

  I knelt like that for several minutes after I was finished, too spent to rise. Then, finally, I got to my feet shakily. The sodden panties slipped from my grasp, landing wetly on the hardwood floor by the bed. I bent to reach for them, but then thought better of it and left them for her to find in the morning. Turning off the light, I lay down next to her and was instantly asleep.

  Chapter 16

  The birds were already singing when I awoke the next morning. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around me, expecting to find Elizabeth still sleeping next to me, but I was alone. The soiled panties I had left on the floor were gone now. I stumbled to the shower and lathered myself under the steaming hot water, finally shaking off the fogginess that seemed to cling to my brain like molasses. I dried myself vigorously and then followed my nose to the kitchen in search of a hot cup of coffee.

  As I walked toward the kitchen, I caught sight of my wife, kneeling on the couch and facing me over the back.

  “Morning, Sweetie!” she called to me cheerfully. “There’s fresh coffee and donuts in the kitchen. Help yourself. Lance and I will be with you in a minute.”

  Lance? I thought, walking toward her. Where the heck was Lance? Then it dawned on me: She wasn’t kneeling on the couch. She was riding Lance! Two more steps confirmed my suspicions. I could see him lying on the couch beneath her with a hand on each of her hips as she slowly rose and fell on him. I looked at her and she shrugged.

  “Morning quickie,” she explained sheepishly.

  I retreated to the kitchen, giving them time to finish. Once again, jealousy welled up in me as I ate my donut, this time more powerfully than ever before. So far, I had always been included in this kinky little game. This was something new. It wasn’t really cheating. After all, I had already watched her fuck him three times in the past 48 hours. But, this was the first time she had fucked him without me present, and the fact was a little unsettling. At the same time, her lust for him excited me. Once again, I was rock-hard.

  As I was filling my cup for a second time, I heard the shower turn on in Lance’s room. About five seconds later, Lizzie slipped up from behind, her hard little nipples pressing into my back as she wrapped her arms around me and planted an affectionate kiss on my cheek.

  “Hi, Sweetie!” she sang. Then, she leaned in to whisper, “I found the little gift you left for me! Sooo sexy!!” She bit my earlobe playfully. “Oops! Guess I’d better go take a shower! He’s starting to run down my leg…!”

  I groaned as my cock throbbed with jealous excitement. Her hand snaked around my torso and felt my crotch.

  “I knew you’d like that!” she teased approvingly, then went to take a shower.

  As I turned to watch her leave, Lance walked into the kitchen, toweling his hair dry. “Hey Bill!” he said amiably.

  “Morning,” I mumbled, still trying to get my cock to behave.

  “Listen, Elizabeth was telling me earlier how much you like to fish. Well, the pond is full of fish, mostly bass and bluegill. Why don’t we throw
the poles in the wagonette and try our luck!”

  “Sure. That sounds like fun!” I said.

  “Cool. If you can give me a hand harnessing up the team and rounding up all the gear, Lizzie is gonna get the food ready. I think we can be ready to go in an hour.”

  It took us about thirty minutes to catch the horses, harness the team, and hitch them to the wagon. I’d been around horses all my life, but driving was new to me. Lance patiently explained the various parts of the harness and showed me how to adjust the various straps. Then, each of us led a horse to the wagonette and he showed me how to hook the traces to the singletrees and adjust the yoke.

  We had just finished loading the last of the gear onto the back of the wagon when Elizabeth came outside, carrying the picnic basket. At the sight of her, we both momentarily forgot what we were doing. Beneath a straw hat, her red hair spilled down over the shoulders of her skintight white midriff t-shirt, which hugged her obviously braless little boobs, leaving her flat stomach exposed. A diminutive pair of cutoff denim shorts clung to her glorious ass, swaying hypnotically with each step she took as she strode toward us with the basket on her arm.

  Lance looked at me and gave a low whistle, making a show of adjusting his crotch. I laughed, “I know!”

  “You boys ready to go?” Lizzie asked as she reached the wagon.

  “Oh, we’re ready to go, alright!” Lance announced, leering at her long legs as she climbed up onto the seat.

  Lizzie giggled, posing with a hand on her hip and flipping her hair away from her shoulder. “Oh no!” she declared with mock strictness. “Not until I get my picnic!”

  Chuckling, Lance climbed onto the seat next to her. I climbed up on the other side, sandwiching Lizzie between us. With a final look over his shoulder to ensure that everything was ready, Lance clucked to the team and popped the reins lightly against the horse’s rumps. They leaned forward into the collars and we were off, the singletrees whipsawing merrily in front of our feet as we rolled down the driveway.