Don Jetman
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Hotwife Fantasies - 1
by Don jetman
I sat in a chair at the foot of the bed, my wrists and ankles wound
tightly with tape. She had watched while her lover secured me to the
chair. I could see her nipples harden through the thin blouse. When he
finished, she came close, looked into my eyes, and spoke so her lover
could hear.
"You want him to fuck me, don't you?"
I nodded.
"Tell him."
"I want you to fuck her," I said, as he towered over me, grinning.
She went to her knees before him, loosened his pants, and pulled them
over his knees.
"See, I told you it would be easy," she told him. He smiled as she slid
her hand inside his underwear and clutched his cock.
"He can fuck me any time he likes, can't he?" she continued, looking
back over her shoulder at me.
I nodded again.
"See, any time. We have my husband's permission. I can do this..."
He gasped as her fingers moved slowly beneath his briefs.
"...and this..."
He gasped again, this time closing his eyes as she worked.
"...well, let's just show him how pretty you are."
She pulled his underwear to his knees. His thick cock jutted toward
her, bouncing slightly until she closed her hand around it again and
squeezed. It ballooned quickly, the head flaring to a monstrous
mushroom perched at the end of the veiny stalk.
"Mmmmm, so beautiful, isn't he?" she asked, watching me as his cock
continued to grow in her hand. "Oh, but I know what you're thinking."
She looked up at her lover, pausing to admire the crimmister, pulsing tip
of his raging cock. "My husband's never seen a cock as big as yours -
at least not in the flesh. He's feeling a bit inadequate, I'm sure, and
at the same time afraid I'll never want him inside me again after
having you. He might just be right."
She turned to me again, eyes wide with excitement. "Do you think I'll
want you again after he fucks me with this?"
I shivered at the mental comparimister. His penis was twice as thick and
half-again as long as mine. She was drooling just holding it. I could
imagine it stretching her as he pushed inside her, then filling her
slowly, the tip finally resting snugly against her cervix. Would she
let me fuck her afterward? Could she even feel me inside her?
"I think the answer is written all over his face," she said to her
lover. "He's afraid you'll ruin me. Will you ruin me?"
He answered by stripping off her t-shirt, then sliding the thin nylon
shorts down to her ankles and over her bare feet. She was naked
underneath. I knew then she must have planned this. She saw me staring.
"That's right. I've spent the day with him, wearing only my little
shorts and t-shirt. You wouldn't believe how people stared at me. I
felt so dirty, nearly naked, flaunting myself in public where anyone we
know might see me with him. We had lunch at the Bistro. He fingered me
under the table until I came."
It was then he picked her up in his arms and put her on the bed.
Crawling between her legs, he put the head of his cock between her
soaked, swollen pussy lips, and entered her. I watched with envy as the
thick rope of flesh disappeared inside her. She locked her legs around
him, holding him close, his meat completely buried in her. Each time he
began to thrust, she pulled him tightly against her, wrapping her long
legs around his muscular ass.
"Don't move," she said to him, almost whimpering. "I want to feel you
inside me. I've never felt so full, so completely possessed by a man."
She paused, her eyes wide as she stared into his face with awe. "I can
feel your cock throbbing and twitching," she told him. "My God, you're
so deep. My belly's full of you, full of your beautiful, huge cock."
She ran her hands over his bare chest, down his flat stomach, then up
under his arms, finally pulling him down on top of her. I lost sight of
her under his broad shoulders, his strong body covering her except for
her slim legs wrapped around his waist. From where I sat, I could see
where they were joined - his balls pulled tightly up into their
wrinkled sac just above the root of his thick cock where it entered her
body, stretching the opening until I thought it would tear. I
remembered her words, and shivered. "He's afraid you'll ruin me." I was
afraid - afraid she was right.
The wait was excruciating. She lay motionless under him, holding his
cock inside her, completely still except for the uncontrollable spasms
that made the lips of her sex swell suddenly, then clasp his penis
urgently and repeatedly. Her hands wandered over his tanned skin, her
fingers tracing the cords and valleys of muscle rising from his back
and shoulders. She told him over and over how wonderful it was to be
impaled on his glorious cock, how she had never felt anything so
satisfying, how safe and comforting it was to be taken by such a virile
man. She sucked at his open mouth, her eyes closed, her neck twisting
as they kissed deeply for minutes at a time.
When his hips began to thrust again, she stopped him. "Don't cum in me
- not yet, my love," she whispered. She pushed him away gently, and
with a cruel smile, took the lead, rolling on top of him.
She sat facing me, straddling his chest. Circling his cock with both
hands, she pumped him slowly as his pre-cum flowed over her fingers.
She would bring him right up to the edge, then stop, watching intently
as his hips bucked and twitched under her. She began again each time he
stopped.
"He has, you know," she told me as she worked. "Ruined me, that is. Sex
with you will never be the same. You know that, don't you?"
I stared, unable to move, unable to believe what she was telling me.
"Oh, don't look so wounded," she went on, her words now laced with
sarcasm. "I don't blame you. You just don't happen to have the
equipment I need." She looked lovingly at his cock. It seemed to grow
with every stroke of her delicate hands.
"I could never cuckold you completely. But, you'll have to learn to
live with the simple fact that your penis will be like, well, a toy,
compared to this. You do understand, don't you? Yours is a toy, and
this - " she looked down at the formidable shaft, closing her hands
tightly around the base so that the veins snaking along the sides
bulged powerfully, "is a cock. You do see the difference, don't you,
dear?"
I nodded shamefully as I watched his precum continue to flow from the
giant eye of his prick, down over her long fingers.
"He's going to fuck me now," she told me. "You want him to fuck me,
don't you?"
I nodded, knowing she was right, but at the same time, afraid it might
change her forever.
"And, he's going to cum inside me. This gorgeous man is going to empty
his balls into your wife. You want that too, don't you?"
I hesitated, then slowly nodded again. Would she let him do it?
After that she ignored me. She was preoccupied with her lover's cock,
how it filled her over and over, how he really did possess her body,
controlling every move, every stroke, every one of her gasps and moans.
He fucked her like a machine. She took it all, and begged for more. He
gave her orgasm after orgasm. I stopped counting after three. And still
she begged for more. When he lowered his face between her legs, sucking
her clit into his mouth, she came again almost instantly, her arms
outstretched, her head thrashing from side to side, babbling obscenely
about how he was the best man she had ever had, that she would do
anything, be anything, for him, if only he would fuck her one more
time. When he did, he spilled his cum into her, pumping, groaning,
spurting, until the lips of her sex and her inner thighs were drenched
with his seed.
She untied me immediately after he left. Straddling my lap again, she
kissed me deeply.
"Feel how wet I am," she told me.
A rush of thick, warm fluid coated my fingers as I opened her lips and
probed deeply inside her.
"All those sperm, another man's sperm, swimming in your wife's belly,
flooding your wife's pussy - it makes you hot, doesn't it?" she
whispered quietly, her breath hot against my ear.
I didn't have to answer. She knew when she went to her knees and sucked
the tip of my throbbing cock into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she purred. "My little toy - my delicious little toy..."
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