Chapter 1
HUSBAND CHOOSES A MASSIVE GUY TO FUCK HIS NEEDY HOTWIFE
“What do you think about this one?”
I like to play a game where I pretend I’m not impressed with the guy, so I keep my tone neutral. “Uh, a cowboy? Nah, not interested.”
I’m pretty sure Lucas knows the game because the more indifferent I sound, the more he tries to tempt me. I nonchalantly pluck cat hair off my yoga pants and struggle to hold back a smile when he gives his reasoning.
“But Jessica, you could ride your own cowboy.” He glances at me and wiggles his eyebrows in a stupid but loveable way. “And we both know how much you like being on top.”
I blow him a kiss. “Yes, but I rode you last night. I want something different.”
“Hmm.…” He goes back to searching on the app and I consider sliding a hand down my pants to stroke my clit.
It’s so fucking hot when he chooses the guy he wants me to fuck.
The longer it takes, the more turned on I’m getting.
When my pussy clenches and buzzes with need, I decide to go for it.
I need to release some of this tension, and Ms. Kitty needs a finger inside her at the very least.
Only the tips of my fingers are under the elastic waistband of my pants when he exclaims, “Found him!”
I lean towards him, trying to peek at his phone. “Oh?”
He draws his phone away from my inquisitive eyes. “Oh, yes. You’ll see tonight.”
Oh fuck, he’s not going to show me! A wave of lust washes over me and my entire body tingles. It’s going to be a long wait until tonight.
When the doorbell rings, I’m sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed in our spare room wearing sheer, ruffled babydoll lingerie that shows everything.
It’s light pink with black polka dots, and molds around my breasts.
My dusty-pink nipples stand out through the fabric, and the matching panties don’t hide the fact I’m fully waxed below.
The full-length mirror on the wall across from the bed validates that I look as sexy as I feel.
My blonde, wavy hair is in a braid and I toy with the end while I wait eagerly.
Lucas and I came up with several rules for our playtimes.
He invites the men over to our house so that he can meet them first and assess whether he’s going to allow them to fuck me.
Our home office is one room over and he waits in there, listening, while I get fucked.
This way he’s close if something goes wrong and I’m secure knowing he’s watching out for me, even if he’s not in the room.
But honestly, we’ve yet to meet a bad guy. I’m a firm believer that most people in this world are decent, and these guys just want to fuck a hotwife. They’re looking for sexual release and I’m more than willing to give it to them.
Since the bedroom door is open I can hear their voices in the living room but not what they are saying.
Their laughter echoes down the hall and gets louder as Lucas and whoever he’s bringing with him head in my direction.
My breath catches in anticipation and I rub my thighs together.
Lucas walks in first and a massive, muscular, tattooed guy lumbers behind him.
My eyes widen and I’m speechless for a moment.
This guy is a giant. Did Lucas hook me up with a bodybuilder?
I’m on the petite side and this guy might cleave me in two with a powerful thrust. My brain blips out while I picture him behind me, pounding away at my pussy. My pulse speeds up and I feel like my insides are vibrating while my body flushes from neediness.
I come back to my senses when Lucas makes the introduction.
“Jessica, this is Hank.”
I have to hold in my giggle. He’s Hank the Tank. Realizing I need to say something before it becomes awkward, I smile sweetly at Hank.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Hank is standing halfway behind Lucas, so I can’t see his full crotch area.
I’m curious what he’s packing because I know it’s a myth that big guys have large cocks.
I don’t think it’ll matter what size he is.
My body is responding to his bulk and the knowledge he could pick me up and toss me around easily.
There are so many sexual positions I could do with this guy.
He could be my jungle gym and fuck me while holding me midair without needing to brace me against the wall.
God, my husband is so awesome. I enjoy being held down and feeling helpless during sex, so he probably saw this dude’s picture and knew I’d love his strength.
Lucas grins at me. “Right, so I’ll leave you guys alone. Have fun!”
As Lucas leaves, I notice he’s sporting an erection.
He better not stroke to the point of coming while listening to us.
I want him ready for me afterwards. The best thing about fucking other men is the amazing sex Lucas and I have after they leave.
I always get a minimum of two orgasms — one from each guy — and my pussy is hoping for three tonight.
The bedroom door closes, and as Hank approaches me, I stand up.
He’s easily over six feet tall to my five-feet-nothing, and I contemplate climbing up on the bed to kiss him.
Hank takes care of our height difference problem by bending over to brush his lips against mine.
When he deepens the kiss, my pussy hums and I realize Hank hasn’t said a word to me.
I know he can talk because he was laughing with Lucas.
Is he the strong and silent type in the bedroom?
His mouth tastes minty as we twirl our tongues, and a bolt of desire runs through me.
Since I’ve been wet and needy all day, I need his cock inside me now.
Hank takes his time with the kiss and when he makes no move to touch me, I take one of his enormous hands and put it on my breast. He teases the nipple through the sheer fabric and I moan and sway towards him as pleasure flutters in my core.
Again, he seems in no rush as he cups both my breasts and rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.
It’s not like I’ve done hundreds of one-night stands, but so far in my hotwife experiences it’s not common for the guy to want to savor the experience.
The guys Lucas has chosen for me all seem to want to bang furiously, almost as if they’re afraid something is going to stop them before they come.
I’m always halfway to my orgasm before they even get to the house, so a quickie easily tips me over the edge. But this guy is different.
Hank kisses down my neck, flicking his tongue against my skin, and I want to suggest we lie down on the bed before his back hurts from being bent over, but his mouth and tiny bit of stubble on his cheeks and chin make my head whirl.
My pussy aches and I try to clear my head enough to take control and move this forward.
Ms. Kitty will not wait all night and Lucas is probably wondering what the hell is going on because we’re so quiet.
I’m not giving him my usual vocal entertainment.
I finally can’t take it any longer, and put a hand on Hank’s firm chest. I almost get distracted and want to explore with my hands, but that won’t get his cock in me any faster. My attempts to shove him away from me are pointless. He’s unmovable, so I switch tactics.
“Hank,” I purr at him, “I want you to fuck me.”
God, please, just shove your cock in me before I beg.
He doesn’t respond but sweeps me up into his arms. I gasp and throw my arms around his neck, and my body tingles.
Holy fuck, I was right. He could toss me around if he wanted.
He climbs onto the bed with me and I assume he’s going to try cuddling and kissing some more because this muscular dude seems to be a teddy bear… a silent teddy bear.
When he rolls me onto my stomach and props himself up on an elbow, I’m perplexed.
What’s going on here? His lack of talking is arousing me further.
I don’t know what he’s thinking or what he plans to do.
I moan out when he caresses my ass cheeks through my panties, and I wiggle my bum at him to encourage him to continue.
Instead, he peels my panties down to my knees.
To help him remove them, I bend my legs and he easily drags them off.
They are a wisp of fabric so I don’t hear them fall to the floor and I can’t tell what he did with them, but it doesn’t matter.
Ms. Kitty knows she’s closer to getting stuffed, and wetness leaks out of me.
He shifts his position on the bed and I glance over my shoulder to see he’s on his knees. He tugs on my legs to pull them open, and I help him by spreading them. If he wants access to my pussy, I’m going to help him in any way I can.
He rubs my ass briefly again, and when his thick fingers slip between my velvety folds and brush against my clit, I groan loudly. “Oh, god. Please fuck me. Please?”
I can tell I’m a minute away from begging, but when he rubs circles around my clit, all thoughts drain from my head. I’m a bundle of repressed energy waiting to explode, and bolts of lightning shoot through my core.
He speeds up his caressing and I cry out, “Ooooh, god,” loud enough that I know Lucas can hear it through the walls. Having my husband listening in always makes me want to put on a good show.
When Hank dips a finger in my pussy, I buck against his hand and try to rise on my knees to give myself leverage to fuck his finger myself.
A firm hand on my ass makes it so I can’t move.
The brief moment of helplessness as I fight against the pressure and realize he can pin me down with one hand makes me hit the boiling point.
I whimper, growing louder by the end of my begging. “God, I need your cock. Please fuck me? You see how wet I am? I need your cock. Please… PLEASE?”
The bed dips as he moves between my legs. When he fits the head of his cock against my pussy, I remember I never saw his package. He presses in slowly, and it only takes a moment for me to realize his cock is as massive as his body.
“Oooooh, fuck,” I cry out as my cave walls stretch and mold around him. My body zings with intense pleasure. This guy’s cock might be the biggest I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some pretty massive ones recently.
I keep expecting him to haul me up on my knees, but he covers my body with his and presses me down into the bed. I guess this is how he’s going to fuck me. When he bottoms out, I groan, but it turns into a squeal of delight when he pulls out fully and immediately drills straight to my core again.
I start chanting, “Oh… my… god,” in a rising crescendo as he fucks me with small thrusts, hammering against a sensitive spot deep inside my pussy.
The bed springs squeak rhythmically and he’s breathing heavily, but I can tell he’s in shape and this isn’t strenuous for him in the slightest. The room spins and I close my eyes as the ecstasy builds.
When the muscles in my body tense, I can tell I’m going to explode at any moment. All I can think about is the pleasure, and I hear myself crying out, “Fuck me,” repeatedly as a tidal wave of rapture builds.
When Hank changes the tempo and switches to long strokes, it tips me over the edge.
“Ooooh, god!” I practically scream as my orgasm smacks me in the face.
I shudder and quake under him, and my pussy massages his cock as I ride the waves of the intense orgasm.
Every nerve ending in my body sings and I don’t know how long it all lasts because every thrust of his keeps my climax going.
When he speeds up and grinds against my pussy, I can tell he’s about to come.
When he finally explodes, he cries out, and his warm cum coats my walls.
I shiver with aftershocks of pleasure and he fucks his cum inside me for a few more strokes.
He rolls to the side and stretches out on the bed next to me.
I smile at him, still dazed from the bliss, and he tenderly strokes the side of my face.
“Thank you, Jessica.”
His voice is deep, and my grin widens. Finally hearing him speak thrills me. His cum drips out of me, and I revel in the feeling. This isn’t the only load of cum I’m getting tonight, and the thought of Lucas draining his balls in me revs my pussy back to life.
God, I love my life.
The End