Hotwife Fantasies 2 - Blue Dress

Hotwife Fantasies 2 - Blue Dress

by Don Jetman


It was Saturday night. She wore the blue dress, the one that showed everything she had, and screamed "Fuck me!" Skin tight, short, low cut, everything a man on the prowl would set his sights on, then sink his teeth into.

She made me clean her in the shower, wash her hair, then lick her pussy while the hot water poured over us. She called it her "warm-up". I could feel her juices flow as I worked her over with my tongue. She teased me mercilessly as her clit hardened between my lips and tongue. "His name is Sean," she told me. "He's just turned twenty years old," she bragged, watching my response. I knew what that meant. At my age, I would never again have his stamina. She knew what I was thinking.

"He can go for hours," she went on. "His cock is god's gift to all women. And mmmm...that tight little butt."

She pushed my face away, afraid she would cum for me instead of with her date. Looking down at me as I knelt in a pool of water on the hard tile of the shower floor, she grasped me by the hair, pulled my head back to look up at her, and smiled.

"Sean's going to fuck me tonight. You know that don't you?"

I nodded.

"He's going to lie on top of me, slide his big cock inside me, and fuck me until I come, long and hard. You understand that, right?"

I nodded again, looking up past her pouting nipples. She smiled her approval.

"How many times do you think a hot young guy like Sean can come in one night? Wait - maybe that's not a fair question for you. Let's start with you - how many times have you come in one night since we've been married?"

"Um - one, I guess," I admitted.

"Right, dear, but Sean's only twenty. He runs, and swims, and boxes in his spare time. And, he knows he's going to get to fuck your wife tonight. Now, how many times do you think he might come? Take a guess."

"I-I don't know," I mumbled. "Maybe three times...or four..."

She grinned, then took my erection in her hand and squeezed. She kept squeezing until I thought I'd explode. But I knew I wasn't supposed to come. She'd want me to save that for later.

"Would that make you happy? If he comes four times in me? Is that what you want?"

She was still squeezing, releasing, squeezing, releasing. I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to concentrate, trying to save it all for later, when she would come home and tease me with the sordid details of her marathon fuck. As much as I wanted it, I knew it would be a thousand times better if I could wait. "Yes, yes, yes," I pleaded. "I want him to come in you a lot - four times - or five - or six -"

With that, she took her hand away and leaned back against the shower wall, waiting for me to clean her, for him, for Sean.

"Will you be thinking about us?" she asked, as the water washed over her firm breasts and belly.

"Yes," I promised, staring up her body as it begged for sex.

"You won't touch yourself, will you?"

"No."

"Gooood. When I get home, you can show me how grateful you are that I've found a handsome young boy to fuck me. I love to watch the dribble of semen that oozes from you when I play with your little toy."

It was after 3:00 in the morning when she returned. She flicked on the bedroom light and woke me, then slowly peeled the wrinkled dress from her damp body. I could tell she was still excited. Her nipples were swollen and red. She was breathless and wild-eyed behind the swirls of hair that fell across her face. The slit between her legs slowly leaked a thick foam of white, and her inner thighs were soaked with Sean's semen. She stripped slowly, then sat on the bed beside me, pulling back the sheet to inspect my hardening penis. She closed her hand around it, squeezing, harder, harder, slowly f o r c i n g it to return to its deflated size.

"OK, make it hard again. I want to see," she ordered. As it filled with b l o o d again, rising slightly off my stomach, she smiled and shook her head.

"I can never get over how small it is, even when you're hard. I'm so glad you want me to fuck other men. Except tonight it was a boy. But he wasn't built like a boy - not here, where it counts." She took my erection between her thumb and forefinger as she spoke, holding it lightly, as though she might squash it like a bug if she accidently pressed too hard. After wiggling it from side to side a few times, she released it, watching it bob back and forth, then come to rest again, helplessly suspended slightly above my stomach.

"Have you been thinking about Sean and me, together, fucking?"

I nodded a yes.

She smiled, then laughed a little, rising from the edge of the bed, circling me, watching my dick twitch on its own, without her touch. Once again, I could see the wet remains of his semen spread over her inner thighs. I wanted her to say it - 'See his cum on my legs?' - but she wouldn't. Instead she strutted around the bed, acting like it was normal, an accustomed part of her, worn so naturally, as though she was used to wearing his sperm, and proud of it.

"Can you imagine what it must have been like? Can you imagine what I saw? How wonderful his huge cock felt, sliding into me like this thick, warm piston, giving me so much pleasure?"

I looked at her, so majestic, so wild, pacing, in the nude, her sex slick with his cum.

"He was so huge. He made me feel so full - here." She spread the fingers of both hands over her bare belly, caressing herself, looking down as if dreaming about the hours he spent fucking her, filling her, making her come.

"But I suppose you're waiting for your reward, aren't you? And you deserve something very special for giving me to this stallion tonight."

She crawled onto the bed and lay beside me, her hair fanning over the pillow, her fingertip tracing lines up and down my erection.

"I want you inside me too," she whispered. "Poor thing, so hard for so long."

She moved toward the foot of the bed, her long legs hanging over the edge. "Go on, you can put it in me if you want," she told me. "Stand between my legs and put it in."

I slipped out of bed and did as she asked, guiding the head of my throbbing dick into her wet slit. As I began to thrust, she stopped me.

"No no no, sweetheart. That's not helping me at all. Do you imagine I can feel that after Sean's been there all night?"

I stopped, my dick still half-buried in her. "I-I guess not," I answered.

"And why would that be?" she asked.

"Because he was really big?"

"And..." she prompted.

Swallowing, my pride, I answered again, "Because I'm small."

"Well, small enough that that you'll have to do it another way. Go on, put in me, all the way."

Burying my dick in her felt nearly as good as fucking, and I struggled not to come too soon. But I had to admit, she was so cavernous, so drenched with his come and her juices, that I was the one who felt like a boy.

"Now, just leave it there and play with my clit. Don't move it, or I'll make you take it out. And don't come until I let you. I mean it, don't come. I come first."

She was so swollen and wet, my fingers slipped over her hard little clit, unable to capture it, unable to pull and roll it like I knew she wanted. With each stroke of my fingers, I could feel her contract around my dick, a hot, fluid fist milking me toward orgasm. I worked faster, trying to ignore my own pleasure, trying desperately to give her hers before I lost control. Her hips began to rise off the bed, then bucked in a steady rising and falling that signaled she was closer. When her breathing came in little gasps, and her belly sucked in and out in quick spasms, I shook off my own climax and took her further, until she finished in a series of moans, laced with Sean's name every few seconds. The gaping slit between her legs was drenched with her juices, and I imagined at least part of what escaped from her was Sean's as well. But I held, and pushed hard into her to stay inside.

As she caught her breath, she looked down at where we were still joined and then gave me a satisfied smile. "You were wonderful," she assured me. "You're not Sean, but you do know how to put the icing on an amazing night. It's your turn now. I want to watch."

I began again, but after a few thrusts, she stopped me. "I doubt you'll be able to come where Sean's been, dear. Poor thing - it's that size thing again. So just take it out and jerk off for me. Stay close, darling. Come on my belly. I love to see you empty yourself there, like you're giving me your sperm on a platter."

It didn't take long. It fell on her belly in strings, making a little puddle in her navel, then finally oozing small droplets that clung to the head of my dick. She touched a finger to them over and over, sucking the last bits of me into her waiting mouth. She smiled a little wider each time she saw me wince when she pushed a fingertip into the end of my penis to retrieve every last drop.

"Sean wants to do me in front of you," she said casually, stretching like a contented cat. "But I doubt you could handle it - such a hung stud fucking me for hours. Maybe when you can learn to do what you did tonight, and give up coming completely, we'll talk."