Chapter 1
When Joey told me to pack my white lace top for our Fourth of July camping trip, I knew he had something thrilling planned for me.
I’m excited as I place it carefully in my duffel bag.
The top in question is a reminder of our first foray into the hotwife lifestyle.
I wore it on a trip to the Oregon coast last summer, where Joey shared me with his best friend from high school. The memory still makes me wet.
After that trip to Oregon, we continued to explore new territories in the bedroom. Namely, inviting other men to fuck me. I’ve had multiple cocks inside me that didn’t belong to my husband, and Joey and I both are having fun.
Joey can’t keep his hands off me as I stuff another tank top into my duffel bag. He presses up against my back as his fingers trace the lace trim of my bra, slipping over the fabric to graze my nipples. They instantly harden, and a throb of desire pulses between my legs.
“Mmm…Miri, I can’t wait to see you in that top again,” he murmurs in my ear before nibbling on my lobe.
“What do you have planned for this weekend?” I ask, leaning back into his embrace. His hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing roughly.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he chuckles, grinding his hard cock against me. I whimper, aching to get him inside me, but he pulls away before I can beg for it. The hunger for him is sweet torture.
We finish packing in a sexual haze. Whenever he gets close to me, he goes out of his way to brush up against me.
Every touch of his is charged with promise.
My panties are soaked by the time we’re done.
I don’t know what Joey has in store for me this weekend, but I’m sure it involves something slutty in front of another guy.
Maybe he’s going to make me walk around in the barely there top and show off my tits to everyone.
Joey takes his bag out to the living room to set it by the door for easy loading into the car in the morning. I follow him out there and sidle up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “So,” I purr. “I think you should give me some hints about this weekend.”
He grins, pulling me flush against him. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing into my belly, and I rock against it, trying to get him to fuck me before we go to sleep.
“Patience. You’ll find out soon enough.”
I pout and run my hands up his chest and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re not playing fair.”
“When have I ever played fair?” His hands slide under my shirt, fingers dancing over my skin. “You’ll get what’s coming to you, don’t worry.”
“And what exactly is coming to me?” I ask breathlessly.
Joey grins, eyes dark with promise. “More than you can imagine, starting right now.”
Now? Before I can question him, he walks me backwards towards the sofa. He peels my shorts and panties down to my knees in one swift motion, and I moan as he spins me around and bends me over the armrest. Oh fuck, yes. I didn’t even have to beg for his cock.
“Spread your legs,” he growls.
I obey him instantly, and I drop my shorts and panties to the floor so I can move one leg out of them.
I spread my legs, trembling with need. His cock nudges at my entrance, sliding in with a hard thrust that steals my breath.
I moan, rocking back to meet his strokes.
He drills into me, making sure every inch of his cock is inside me.
My legs quiver from delight, and I grip the couch cushions so I don’t get knocked around too much.
Ever since I’ve become a hotwife, our sex life has been reinvigorated. Tonight is the perfect example. Last year, before our trip to Oregon, we hadn’t fucked for weeks. Tonight, he can’t keep his hands off me. It’s like he’s a different man.
He hammers into me, his hands gripping my hips, and I moan as I barrel towards my orgasm.
I’m so wet that each time he bottoms out, a slapping sound fills the air.
My thighs shake as the ecstasy intensifies.
I’m chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me,” and right before my orgasm hits, he gives a final hard whack, groans loudly, and fills me with his cum.
Wait, what? He slowly fucks his cum back up inside me for a few strokes before stopping as his cock throbs inside me. My head is woozy from the lack of orgasm, and my body cries out in displeasure. We can’t be done.
“Did you just…?” I ask, confused.
“I’m finished,” he says, smacking my ass as he withdraws from my pussy. “We should go to bed.”
Oh fuck, I’m not coming? We’ve been experimenting with power play dynamics lately, but this is the first time he’s fucked me without finishing me. What’s going on?
“See you in bed,” he says, and walks away.
I slump on the sofa, trembling and unsatisfied. Being under Joey’s control is both torture and bliss. He always takes me to the brink and holds me there, wielding my pleasure like a weapon. I hate it and I love it all at once.
I briefly consider taking care of business myself, but deep down, I enjoy being edged and I’d rather go to bed aching. It will make whatever happens on the trip that much sweeter.
I stay in the living room until my head clears. When I crawl into bed, I’m still buzzing with need, my pussy aching to be filled. Joey is already asleep, but when I cuddle beside him, he drapes one arm over my waist in a possessive hold.
Tomorrow we’re heading out on our camping trip.
I have no idea what to expect, but if tonight was any indication, Joey has some surprises planned.
Just the thought makes me squirm, rubbing my thighs together.
I’m not sure how I’ll survive an entire weekend under Joey’s control.
But that’s the thrill. Letting go and giving myself over to the games we play.
Joey stirs beside me, pulling me closer in his sleep.
I relax into his embrace, elation and apprehension twisting in my belly.
I toss and turn for what seems like hours, visions of Joey and his wicked grin flashing behind my eyelids.
The ache between my legs refuses to fade, my clit throbbing with every beat of my heart.
When I finally drift off, my dreams are filled with faceless men. Their hands and mouths explore my body, bringing me to the brink again and again, only to leave me empty and wanting. I wake with a gasp more than once, my pussy dripping wet and pulsing.
Beside me, Joey sleeps like the dead, the bastard. I consider waking him for revenge, but one of us needs enough sleep to drive tomorrow. My frustration only makes me needier.