The Cayman Proxy (Box One): An Erotic Hotwife Box Set

by KT Morrison

  She had so much to say to Omar. She wanted to plead with him. She couldn’t live like this, she just couldn’t. She wanted him to know that. How he was killing her. If she could make him see. But not with this other man there watching her. Omar did the other two buttons, working them out slowly, taking his time. She looked over at him, looked in his eyes. He looked so unfeeling.

  He carefully pulled one side of her coat open for Ares, then the other, presenting her to him. She sat there, exposed, her breasts hanging over the tight leather straps, and her flesh bunched and pinched where they crossed at her thighs. Ares smiled and reached out and put his hand on the middle of her thigh, squeezing her there, checking her firmness.

  She turned and looked at Omar again. “Why are you doing this,” she said, quietly not meant for the other man to hear.

  He kissed her lips softly, with care. “I do this because I know you want it.”

  “How can you be so cold? Why do you hate me?”

  He smiled at her, said “How can you think I hate you after all I do for you.”

  “Please Omar, you could ruin us. How could you do that?”

  “It is you that made this. You’re here with me now, making sure it won’t happen. You’re the one who is in charge.”

  “Please Omar, I just wanted to have some fun with you, I don’t want all this. What have I ever done to you? I can’t live like this. You’re killing me.”

  “You did this. You brought this danger into your life. Not me. Do not blame me.”

  He kissed her again, her face felt hot, her nose swelled so she couldn’t breathe through it, she felt a tear in her eyelash. She wasn’t going to cry though. She wouldn’t let him see that.

  “You can go after this. We’re done after today,” he said, whispered into her ear.

  She looked at him, kissed him back, he put his hand to her face, held her. She bit at his tongue while she felt her thighs being gently brought apart. She stopped and watched as she was spread and Ares looked between her legs. She bit her lip again, and she and Omar watched him reach between her legs and touch her there, part her with his first knuckle.

  “What a perfect little pussy,” he said. She could feel she was wet already, felt that he had disturbed her folds, felt the cold against where she was damp.

  8

  Restraint

  “Stand up and show us your outfit,” he said.

  She got off his lap and stepped out in front of them. She took her coat off slowly, feeling their eyes on her. She threw it off to the side and stood in front of them unafraid. She was wearing just the fine harness and a pair of box calf riding boots that came up to her knee, a strap at the top and across her foot held with brass buckles.

  Omar signalled for her to turn for them and she did, moving herself in a slow circle, the sound of her boots shuffling on the floor. She stopped so they could see her from behind. Ares stood and came behind her, looking at her body, assessing her. He was tall and slim and he smelled like lemons and cloves. She turned to watch him over her shoulder. He slapped at her flank, grabbing her flesh where her ass met the top of her thigh. She gasped.

  “What a beautiful body you’ve got,” he said in her ear.

  “Thank you.”

  She felt his hands on her shoulders, felt them move up to her collar, she shivered as they went to her neck and through her hair. Her nipples stood straight out. He tied her hair back for her, put it in a ponytail.

  “He thinks you’re a fine little animal,” Omar said.

  “I’d pay a fortune for her at auction,” Ares said as he sat back down.

  Omar patted his thigh, drawing her back to him. She sat on his leg again. She looked at both of them nervously. Omar stroked her hair. She felt very conscious of her hunched posture, tried straightening herself up.

  Ares stood up in front of her, put his hands in his pockets.

  “Take it out. Why don’t we see what he’s got for you,” Omar said.

  She hesitated, then reached out and pulled the little fly down and put her hand inside his pants. She felt him in there, through the thin leather glove, already hot and hard. She pulled it out and looked at it.

  “Well, what do you think?”

  “It’s very nice.”

  “Do you like what I’ve brought you?”

  “I do.” It was a very good looking dick. Big and smooth, almost veinless, uncircumcised, but the neat foreskin folded up behind a plump smooth skinned glans. Not as long as Omar and definitely not as wide, it was very large, just not fearsome.

  “Tell him.”

  “You have a great cock.”

  “Put it in your mouth,” Ares said looking down on her.

  She took it up in her hand and put her mouth over him. She was gentle with it, trying to please him. She pulled his balls out while she slowly sucked him, played with them, felt they were shaved smooth. They were small, pulled tight up against him. She tasted him dribble into her mouth, felt how hard she’d made him. She gripped his cock with both her gloved hands and sucked him gently, pulling his foreskin over with her lips then pushing it back again. He started gently thrusting into her mouth, between her hands, and she tasted another little stream from him. She looked up at him, stroking him with one hand, pushing her tongue against his tip. He watched her, his breaths heavy. He took both her wrists in his hands and she worked him using just her mouth, twisting her neck and bobbing on him. She could see the edges of indigo lines, tattoos on his wrists crawling out from under the french cuffs of his shirt.

  Omar reached out, and guided her back to him. She got herself between his legs, walking on her knees. He watched her as she undid his fly. She put her hand in his opened pants and found him in there, soft but heavy, and brought it out. She let it hang from his fly, drooping down to the chair. She had missed this thing. She ran a leather covered finger along it, watched it move underneath the wrinkled skin, wanting to grow.

  She put her hands in his, put their fingers together and ran her tongue down the top of his cock from the middle down to the big covered tip. She took him up in her mouth, and pulled it, stretched it. Felt him begin to stiffen in her mouth. She sucked on him, he filled her mouth but he was still so soft. Ares stood above her, to her left, and she could tell he was stroking himself.

  She took her gloves off slowly, one finger at a time. Then picked Omar’s cock up again, ran her bare fingers over it. She was familiar with it, knew what he liked. She pulled his hood back, traced a finger along the rim of it and across the tip. She could feel him swelling in the grip of her other hand. She jerked it gently now, hard enough not to flop around too much, still teasing him with her other finger. She put her fingers in the fly and scooped out one big ball at a time, letting them hang down to the chair.

  “Christ,” Ares said, over her shoulder.

  Kate looked up at him, said “You thought you were going to be the one with the big dick?”

  Omar stroked his cock while he watched Kate suck on his balls. Her eyes were closed as she did it, putting one ball in and pulling back as far as she could then letting it slowly pull out and fall off a pouted lip. Now she was pushing them together with her fingers forcing them both into her mouth. It hurt but he loved it, wasn’t going to stop her.

  He didn’t think Ares–if that was his real name, sounded made up–liked having Kate point out he had the smaller dick. She didn’t notice him bristle.

  He nodded to him to sit down and he did. Omar took Kate’s hand and guided it over to him. She caught on and felt around til she got his cock in her grip and stroked him too. She ran her tongue up Omar and pushed his hand away, pulling him down and trying to get her lips around it, stuffing it in her little mouth. She had them both so hard now.

  “Tell him about your husband’s dick,” he said.

  Kate just kept sucking on him, pretending she didn’t hear.

  He pulled his dick out of her mouth, said “Kate, tell him about your husband’s dick.”

  She wiped her mouth with the bac
k of her hand, looked down, her brow furrowed, worried.

  “It’s not very big,” she said, very quietly.

  “Is that why you’re here?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Tell him.”

  Kate looked over at Ares. She rubbed her arm, said, “His penis is pretty small—”

  “And what do you like?”

  “I like these ones.”

  “You like big cocks, yes?”

  “Are you recording this again,” she said.

  He smiled at her. “Just tell the truth, Kate.”

  “I like big cocks.”

  “What about them?”

  She was quiet a moment, thinking. He felt a little bad for her briefly. Almost wanted to let her off the hook. She said, “The way they hang, touching them, feeling them inside me when they’re hard.”

  Ares rubbed his forehead, took her hand and put it back on his cock. Kate sucked her bottom lip in, stroked him, watched his cock in her hand.

  Omar said, “Show him how small your husband is.”

  She didn’t know what he wanted. “On him?”

  “Show him.”

  She gripped the base of Ares cock, studied it. She moved her hand up his shaft a little bit more, leaving a length she thought looked like Mitch. She spread her thumb and forefinger along the end of Ares cock, said, “About that, but not thick like you are.”

  “You poor thing,” Ares said.

  “He makes up for it in many other ways,” she said, and smiled at him feeling pretty confident.

  Omar looked at Kate and rubbed his thumb against his fingertips, making the sign for Money.

  She sat back with her ass on her heels, put her hands together in her lap. She didn’t want to participate. This was silly. Not sexy.

  Omar moved swiftly next to her, down on one knee. He pulled her head back sharply by her ponytail and she cried out and grasped at her hair.

  “We’re going to give you what you want today. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to fuck me with those big cocks,” she said, gritting her teeth.

  He bit at her neck and she felt his hand moving down her belly in between her legs. She sucked her lips in between her teeth and shut her eyes. She felt his long, thick finger slide along her crease.

  “We’re going to give you the fucking of a lifetime. Something you’ll always remember.”

  “Give it to me, then,” she said.

  Omar walked her to the couch leading her with her small hand hidden inside his grip. He sat her down on the couch, some ornate Victorian thing with tapered legs and upholstered in a stiff tapestry of horses and hounds and foxes. Ares kneeled in front of her and grabbed her thighs roughly, squeezing them, hurting her. She didn’t make a sound. He pulled her rump down the couch to the edge, pulling her mound toward him, her back slid down, her chin touched her chest. She had the urge to bring her thighs together but he was in the way, looking at her, examining her pussy. She put her thumbnail in her mouth and swayed her hips for him. She had the urge now, she felt it pushing her forward. Something inside had a hand at the small of her back pushing her forward, curious to see where this would go.

  He pinched her hard down there, pushing her flesh together, squeezing her labia out. He ran his other hand over the ruffled dark meat, she was slick already. He loosened his grip on her, enough to slip a finger on the other hand past her folds. She clenched her cheeks together, pushed herself towards him. She felt his long finger slip nicely inside her. She wanted him to fuck her. She was eager to find out what he would feel like. How would that pretty boy cock feel sliding deep inside. She bet it wouldn’t hurt her, that big and perfectly proportioned cock would fill her up all the way and not ask too much of her tight little pussy.

  Omar took her other arm by the wrist, bringing it to his cock laying between his legs on the seat of the couch. She lifted it, stroked his foreskin over the head, felt it writhe in her hand. Ares had his head between her legs, pushing his tongue inside her, running it up and over her clit. She put her hand between her legs and pulled herself wide for him with her first two fingers. He raised himself up and looked at her, his face shining with her wetness. She told him what she wanted with her eyes.

  He took his big thing and rubbed it on her, through her hair. He tapped it against her, slapping at her dark, engorged flesh. She could smell herself. She looked at his beautiful cock in his hand, sticking out of the fly of his grey suit. The head was a plump and cheery rosy pink.

  He pushed it inside her slowly, it felt thicker than she thought. He eased it back, then slid it in again deeper. She trembled. She looked down between her legs, watched it go into her. She used her middle two fingers to find her sweet spot, playing through her furrowed wet flesh. She watched that big smooth cock disappear inside her, felt it push her apart.

  She looked at her hand, her wedding ring and diamond reflecting the daylight. She put her head back as he sunk himself all the way, heard her wet insides being separated, felt his hip bones push her thighs apart. He pumped himself into her twice, all the way out then deep inside again. She shuddered, her legs trembled, and she came. It happened so swiftly, the pleasure was absolute and then it rose her up high into the sky like a raft on a wave and she went over the top. She gasped and dropped Omar’s cock, put her hand over her mouth. That had never happened before. She looked at Ares who’d stopped for a moment, her eyes were wide. Ares was incredulous, She didn’t just come did she? She shook her head because she was embarrassed. Ashamed that a stranger could insert his big tool inside her on a sunny weekday, her husband at work, and make her come almost instantly.

  Ares resumed his thrusts, making her quiver. She was still sensitive from her orgasm. She rode it out and soon a warm pleasure prevailed, spreading from her sex into her heart and down her arms and legs. She closed her eyes and let it happen, fucking him back, moving her hips into his, conceding her interior to every inch he had.

  She looked into his eyes while he fucked her. His hair had fallen out of its carefully combed rake, and hung down over his forehead. She wondered how old he was. His skin was taut but still youthful. She felt his arms through the suit jacket, felt the bulging muscles under the fabric. She unbuttoned his vest and slid her hands up under his dress shirt, untucking it from his pants. His stomach was rock hard, she could feel the ridges of muscles moving there, flexing as he thrust himself into her. She closed her eyes and put her head back, feeling his fit young body move under her palms, felt his perfect cock reaching in deep and gently spreading her.

  She felt Omar’s cock being put into her hand. She stroked it, looked up at him. He pulled her by her wrists, sitting her up. Ares had slid out of her, and she felt his absence. Her stomach fluttered, wanting to be filled again, that pleasure to return and put her over the top another time. Omar sat back in the corner of the sofa with his legs apart, pulled her towards him. She kneeled and put his cock in her mouth with one hand, thrusting her ass out for Ares. She felt him slide in to her, all the way to the hilt. She exhaled, snorting out her nose, her mouth completely filled with the end of Omar’s huge half hard cock.

  She worked him into her as best she could, squeezing the base of his cock with one hand. She gently squeezed his large balls with her other hand while Ares fucked her.

  She felt Omar get harder between her lips until her jaw ached from trying to keep her teeth off him. She felt his big hands take her upper arms and pull them back behind her. He brought his legs together enough that she wouldn’t impale herself on him, and she leaned towards the couch. She felt him bend her arms, bringing her hands together at the small of her back like she was being apprehended. She felt her nipples grazing the seat of the couch with Ares’ thrusts.

  Omar was doing something behind her back, working on something. She heard a metallic click, and she felt him release her. But her arms were pinned behind her. Like he had put a lock through the rings of the bracelets and the ring at the back of the harness.

  She was alar
med but she didn’t resist. They could do anything to her. She wanted them to. She felt herself being pulled upright by her straps. Ares pulled her to him, his big cock still buried inside her. She was on her knees, and Ares’ arms came around her, his hands filling themselves with her breasts, lifting them, caressing them, feeling their weight. She turned over her shoulder to kiss him but he wouldn’t. Omar came to her on his knees and she kissed him. She felt his strong hands on her waist, felt the power of his grip even in his lightest touch. She hated him but she missed him. She missed this feeling. He handled her. He fucked her. He made her wet. Omar was kissing her back, biting at her tongue and squeezing her ass and her hips while Ares slowly fucked her from behind. She could feel Omar’s hard tool touching the inside of her thigh. She wanted it inside her. Wanted to feel that pain that she loved.

  9

  A Reflection

  He pushed it sticking upright for her with his thumb. She had him so hard, he was at his most impressive, the width at the base broader than his own thumb. He admired his tool, it was hard as steel right now, ridged and burled, his veins stood out on it, the skin shone it was stretched so tight. He wanted her to see it, he knew how much she loved it. Her eyes were lowered to it, she looked intoxicated.

  He had himself slumped into the corner of the couch, his hips and waist flat against the seat, his cock sticking straight up, ready for her to mount herself to him. Ares helped her get to her knees, spread over his thighs. He tapped her belly with his cock, pushed and slid the underside against her wooly mound.

  Ares held her harness by a short handle strap and he let her lean forward, supporting her with it. She got her hips up past Omar's and calibrated her wet gap to his cock. She moaned in his ear as she found it, her hot little hole sucked at his tip, pulling him into her. The moan turned to a yelp as she sunk herself lower onto it and his wide flared glans pierced her.