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

by Bart Tracer

  “Yeah. I guess so. I mean, that’s why we took it! So I could show you!” She looked up at me and grinned adorably. “But, I have to warn you, though. It’s pretty raunchy!”

  I felt a little shiver of excitement run down my spine at her words. Just how raunchy was ‘raunchy’? “Why didn’t you say anything before? About the video, I mean. Are you embarrassed to show me?”

  “No,” she shook her head from side to side, tossing her auburn curls. “Okay, now that I think about it, maybe a little!” she giggled, rolling her eyes. “But that’s not the reason I didn’t mention it. It’s just that… Well, with everything going on, I completely forgot I even had it!”

  The more we talked about the video on her phone, the more my imagination ran away with me. She had just admitted to some degree of embarrassment and had used the word ‘raunchy’. What the hell was on this video?

  Logically, I knew it was probably nowhere near as pornographic as the images now running amok inside my head, but who knew? Maybe I’d get lucky! And if there was one thing I have learned during our trip to Lance’s ranch, it was that I dearly loved watching my beautiful young wife fuck. I wanted, no I needed, to see this video!

  “Let’s watch it!” I blurted out, unable to conceal the excitement in my voice.

  Lizzie gave me a crooked smile, obviously pleased by my unbridled enthusiasm. “All right,” she nodded, “meet me in the bedroom!”

  My five favorite words! I jumped to my feet and practically ran down the hallway to the bedroom, shedding clothing as I went. By the time I reached the bed, I was down to my underwear and socks. I jumped onto the comforter and sat facing the door, waiting impatiently.

  About 30 seconds later, Lizzie came bouncing happily into the room, carrying her phone and an HDMI cable. Giving me a quick glance, she turned away, focusing her attention on the TV on the dresser against the wall. The TV! Of course!

  Somehow, I’d forgotten that we could simply connect the smartphone to the television with an HDMI cable! This whole time, I’d been expecting her to show me the video on the phone itself. This was going to be a thousand times better! Damn! I was getting excited!

  Once the cable was connected to both devices, Elizabeth switched on the television and then tapped on the screen of her phone. Immediately, an image of Lance’s bedroom appeared on the television screen. Satisfied that everything was functioning correctly, Lizzie joined me on the bed, snuggling up against me as we watched the scene unfold.

  Part of Lance’s face was visible as he apparently adjusted the position of the phone to capture all the action. Once he was satisfied, he stepped back and to the side, moving quickly out of the image. With him out of the way, we now had a clear view of his enormous bed, and sitting in the center of it and smiling at the camera was my wife!

  She was wearing a stunning purple negligée, stockings, and her boots. A natural redhead, purple was Lizzie’s color, and this set of lingerie looked tailor-made to show off her beauty. Gauzy and lacy, it did more to accentuate her body than to conceal it. She looked breathtaking, the perfect blend of slutty and classy, and I could feel my heart beating faster as I looked at her.

  Elizabeth wasn’t to be alone for long. A few seconds later, Lance once more came into the screen from the side, joining my wife on his enormous bed. I could hear her giggle as he bent to nibble at her ear. He whispered something I couldn’t hear that made Lizzie giggle again and shake her head. Then, he leaned in and whispered in her ear once more, after which she nodded.

  Planting a quick kiss on her lips, Lance moved back, taking a seat in the chair next to the bed and turning on the stereo. For a brief second, I was confused. Wasn’t he going to fuck her? Then, I saw Lizzie stand up in the center of the bed and begin to dance and, suddenly, everything made sense. Lance had requested a striptease and, as usual, Lance got what he wanted!

  I watched in fascination as my gorgeous wife danced and gyrated in front of her lover, my mouth dry as I waited for her to start peeling the layers of diaphanous material from her lovely, pale body. My cock was so hard it felt like it would burst. As if reading my mind, Lizzie put her lips to my ear.

  “Why don’t you take these off,” she suggested quietly, hooking her fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

  I lifted my butt, allowing her to slide the fabric down over my hips and off my legs. As I settled in once more to continue watching, Elizabeth scooted in behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist to grasp my erect penis as her hard little nipples bored into my back. Her warm hands began to slowly stroke me as my attention returned to the scene on the television.

  The striptease was now in full swing. With her shoulders bare, Elizabeth was slowly easing the negligée down, careful not to expose her little breasts too soon as she danced for Lance. I could tell from the look on her face that she was just as excited by this as he was. Inch by inch, the see-through material moved down her gorgeous body until finally her twin nipples popped free.

  At that point, Elizabeth abruptly tugged the fabric downward, releasing her grip and allowing it to fall to the bedspread at her feet. Now, the only things she had on were her thigh high stockings and a minuscule pair of panties. And of course, her ever-present cowboy boots! I could clearly hear Lance groan at the sight before him. I couldn’t blame him. She looked fantastic!

  Running both hands sensuously down the curves of her ass, she thrust her chest out proudly and pivoted from side to side, displaying her charms. She shot a teasing glance at the camera and then turned with her back facing Lance. With her legs straight, she slowly bent at the waist until she was grabbing her ankles and wiggled her magnificent ass enticingly in his face. As I watched with Lizzie jerking my cock enthusiastically, it was my turn to groan!

  No longer able to sit by and watch, Lance rose from his chair and joined her on the bed, grabbing her frilly panties and roughly sliding them down her long legs before pushing her resolutely onto her back on the bedspread. Lizzie squealed at his forcefulness, obviously enjoying being manhandled.

  Neither of them seemed to have any interest in foreplay. Lizzie pulled her knees up toward her chest and let them fall outward with her hands on her kneecaps, spreading herself wide for him.

  I caught just the briefest glimpse of her furry mound before Lance moved forward to mount her. This footage had been taken before he shaved her, I thought to myself. Both of them sighed audibly as his large cock sank deeply into her welcoming pussy.

  “No wonder you like watching us so much,” Elizabeth murmured in my ear. “I look amazing, don’t I, Baby? Just look at the way he’s fucking me!” She pumped me solidly as we watched, enjoying the chance to tease me.

  She really did look amazing. Her pale slender legs rose on either side of Lances thrusting torso, her boots bouncing rhythmically as he fucked her. The phone was pointing down at them from a height of what I would guess was about five or six feet, providing me with a perfect view of Lance’s broad, muscular back and tight glutes, flexing and pumping as he worked between my wife’s thighs.

  “You know, Baby,” Elizabeth said, “I think we should keep this video.”

  I turned my head to look at her, puzzled by her comment.

  “It’s just that, you know, if Lance has made your wife pregnant, this could be footage of the conception!”

  I groaned, “Fuck, you’re bad!”

  “I know, Sweetie! That’s why you love me so much!” She kissed my lips, then put her finger on my chin and turned my head back toward the television screen. “Now, be quiet and watch your movie! God knows, I worked hard to make it!”

  On the screen, it was obvious from his frenzied pace that Lance had no intention of drawing things out. He was fucking her to get off, and from the mewling sounds coming from beneath him, my petite wife was loving every second of it. His narrow hips were a blur of motion, jackhammering her battered little pussy with an almost frantic urgency.

  “Wow!” Lizzie whispered in my ear. “He’s really going at it, isn’t he,
Baby?” She squeezed me tightly in her fist. “Does that make you jealous?”

  “Yes… Oh God, yes!” I hissed, my eyes glued to the action on the screen.

  “Mmmm! I’m glad. It gets me so hot when you’re jealous!”

  I didn’t reply. I was too enthralled by the video.

  Grabbing Elizabeth by the waist, Lance rolled onto his back, deftly moving them into the cowgirl position without ever extracting his long cock. Fit and muscular, Lance made it look easy.

  I shivered as I briefly wondered whether I would have been able to execute the same maneuver, a flash of self-doubt suddenly rearing its head. After all, I reasoned, he had several inches on me in penis length. But, before I could obsess any further on my perceived inadequacies as a lover, the image of my naked wife riding her lover immediately drew my thoughts back to the video.

  Lance had positioned them so that Elizabeth was facing away from the camera, her gorgeous, slender back and her perfect, round, little butt clearly visible as she bounced in his lap. She seemed no less urgent than he, grinding and gyrating atop his cock with frenzied, quick motions. I honestly had no idea how he was able to last as long as he did.

  Watching her ride him, I found myself wishing that he would turn her around so that I could see her face. As enticing as this view was, there was just something about watching her facial expressions during sex that had always excited me. Seeing the faces she made for Lance increased this effect to the nth power.

  No sooner had the thought entered my mind, than the camera angle shifted, moving around the bed to show a quartering view of the two lovers. This was much better! Now I could see both Lance and Lizzie clearly. What’s more, the image was now zoomed in so that the fornicating couple filled the entire screen.

  There was something odd about the filming, some vague something that made me feel slightly uneasy, but I was too aroused to think about it right now. I banished the thought from my mind and concentrated on enjoying the erotic scene before me.

  Lizzie’s breathing in my ear got faster, as did her pumping fist around my cock, making coherent thought next to impossible. “Watch this, Baby,” she whispered, her voice raspy with excitement. “This is the juiciest part!”

  The pace of Lizzie’s onscreen efforts was now reaching a frenzied pitch. Her hips ratcheted to and fro on Lance’s cock, seemingly intent on forcing him to cum. And it quickly became aware that her efforts were not in vain. Lance was straining, every muscle in his body flexed and hard as he gritted his teeth and fought back the urge to cum.

  “Lizzie!” he growled, a slight tremor in his voice. “Shit! I’m getting close, Baby! Should I pull out?”

  His brazen familiarity with her was like a kick in the guts, causing a wave of jealousy to come boiling up inside me. What right did he have to call her ‘Baby’?! But it was also arousing. This was more than just sex. These two shared an intimacy that frightened me, but it also pushed all the right buttons, driving me crazy with lust. I was now panting with excitement as I watched Lizzie ride him.

  “Don’t you dare, Mister!” Lizzie’s voice came from the speaker of the television. “Do it inside me!” Fuck! He had given her the option, and she was purposely letting him finish inside her!

  And that’s exactly what he did. Taking his hands from her waist, he wrapped them over the top of her shoulders, pulling her firmly down onto his cock as his orgasm began. He threw his head back into the sheets, straining upward into her as he jerked and spurted. Oh shit! Lance Corbin was cumming in my wife! Had she been right? Was I watching my wife’s impregnation?

  The feeling of Lance unleashing a torrent of warm semen inside her triggered Lizzie’s own orgasm, and she wailed and quaked on his pulsing cock, grinding down on him, milking him for every last precious drop. With her slim back arched, her small breasts jutted out obscenely from her chest, quivering and wobbling attractively in time to their frenetic coupling.

  When at last he was finished, Lance relaxed, allowing himself to sink onto the satin sheets. Satiated and spent, he lay panting in exhaustion beneath her.

  Lizzie sat bolt upright on his lap, her little hands spread wide on his chest for support as she tried to compose herself. Her small chest heaved as she, too, fought to get her breathing under control again. Once her trembling had subsided somewhat, she bent elegantly forward, still impaled on his big cock, stretching out upon his muscular chest, and planted a series of playful, tender kisses along his neck before sitting back up and dismounting.

  As she began to raise her butt up, the camera zoomed in on their genitals, capturing her swollen, puffy lips clinging reluctantly to his turgid shaft as she slowly slid up and off him. As the head cleared her opening, his hard cock fell forward to slap wetly against his chiseled abs and a large drop of his thick white semen drooled lazily out of her still gaping slit, falling on his enormous balls.

  “Oh wow!” a vaguely familiar female voice said as the video zoomed out again. “He really did a number on you, Liz!”

  Wait! What?! Then suddenly, realization came crashing over me. Now I knew what it was that had bothered me about the filming earlier! There was someone else in the room with them! Another woman was there, holding the phone, watching and filming my wife with her lover! A faceless, unknown woman who now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my wife was fucking Lance Corbin. A woman who knew that I was a cuckold!

  And with that realization, I closed my eyes and began to paint Lizzie’s pumping hand with my seed…

  Chapter 10

  When I had finished, Lizzie slid around from behind me and kissed my lips. Sitting back, she waited for me to speak.

  “Lizzie,” I stuttered, still feeling a little lightheaded from my orgasm, “who… whose voice was that? Who was filming you guys? Oh my God, Liz! Who was there, Baby?”

  She smiled, studying my face. “Well, Lance and I sort of had a visitor Saturday afternoon.”

  “A visitor? Who was it?”

  “Carol Ann.”

  “And what?” I pressed. “You guys just asked her to stick around and play cameraman for your own personal sex tape?”

  “Not exactly,” Lizzie said, looking down.

  “Elizabeth!”

  “All right! So, you know that she and Lance have this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing going on, right? Well, Saturday afternoon she stopped in for a quickie without calling first and sort of caught us ‘in flagrante’.” She flashed me a mischievous smile. “If you remember right, I told you that Lance insisted I go nude after you left!”

  “Actually,” I corrected her, “I think you said he made you wear your boots!” I was trying to play it cool, but my mind was racing. Good Lord! What else had my wife not told me about?!

  “That’s true!” Elizabeth giggled. “Well, boots or no boots, Lance was balls deep inside your wife when Carol Ann used the key Lance gave her to let herself in through the back door. And then she walked in on us!”

  “Wow!”

  “Yeah! It was a pretty big surprise, I can assure you!”

  “God, Lizzie, what did you do? What did you say to her? Was she mad that Lance was having sex with someone else? Shit! She must think we’re some kind of freaks now!”

  “Maybe. But, trust me, ‘freaks’ are sort of Carol Ann’s thing! Remember Lance’s story at Thanksgiving dinner? Anyway, no, she wasn’t mad. In fact, she was really cool about the whole thing!”

  “Apparently!” I said. “It looks like she stayed to watch!”

  Lizzie ducked her head and bit her lip, peering up at me from beneath her brows. “Um, Sweetie? She did a little more than just watch…”

  I looked at her for a second, not understanding. Then I realized what she was saying. “Oooh! So, you mean she and Lance…?” I raised my eyebrows and whistled softly.

  Elizabeth shook her head, now chewing her lip furiously, and avoiding my eyes. In a small voice, she said, “Actually, it was she and I who…” Her words trailed off.

  I stared at her in disbelief, unab
le to find the words.

  “And technically,” Liz volunteered, “it wasn’t Lance who shaved me. It was Carol Ann.”

  I swallowed hard, trying to digest this new information. Just when I thought I was starting to get a handle on my wife’s changing sexual proclivities, she threw me another curveball. Elizabeth had been with another woman! Wow!

  I remembered quite well the conversation we had had with Lance at Thanksgiving. Parts of it were now burned permanently into my mind. That had been the first time I had ever heard Elizabeth mention any sort of interest in other women. And now, she had apparently decided to explore that interest.

  “So, let me get this straight. You and Carol Ann…?”

  She nodded shyly, nervously playing with her fingers in her lap.

  “And she’s the one who shaved you?”

  Another nod.

  She glanced hesitantly up at me and I read the vulnerability in her big blue eyes. I smiled at her reassuringly. “That’s hot!” I gushed. “Damn, Lizzie! I so wish I could’ve seen that!”

  “Well… in that case… there is another video,” she beamed, obviously relieved that I wasn’t mad, “but you’ll have to wait. That one is on Lance’s phone!”

  I chuckled. “Well, see if he’ll send it to you. Tell him your husband is dying to see you take on the bearded clam!”

  “Ugh! You’re such a pig!” She slapped me on the arm, laughing. “But I’ll tell Lance you said that. Being a pig himself, he’ll like that!”

  “Well,” I asked, “I guess this means that Carol Ann knows about us?”

  “Yeah,” Elizabeth said with a shrug, “but, don’t worry. She knows how to keep a secret. Trust me! Some of the stories she told me…”

  “So, what was it like? Being with another woman, I mean! Did you like it? Is it something you want to do again? CAN I WATCH?!”

  “God, Bill!” Elizabeth shook her head, laughing. “First, you get off on the idea of another man getting your wife pregnant, and now you want to set up a playdate with another woman!”