MrBungle
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As I've said elsewhere my wife is not a 'hotwife' proper...she is a hot wife however.
I have a fantasy where we meet an older gentlemen on vacation. I notice he eyes my wife quite often and flirts heavily, especially by the pool, where my wife is always wearing a skimpy gold bikini.
One afternoon we sit by the pool having umbrella takes and chatting. I notice my wife, Claire, sometime touching his leg. The man is fit for an older gentleman and wears an unfortunately skimpy pair of speedos. Unfortunate, because I can see my wife glancing at the enormous bulge that outlines his obviously big cock.
But the conversation is light, fun, and the flirting is seemingly harmless. At around dinner, I tell Claire it's time to get some dinner..
"Great idea" he says, "we should order room service in my suite."
I object, but Claire likes the idea, and soon we're up in a giant suite. We never get a chance to change, except for the short shorts my wife wore over her bikini. Oddly, he doesn't change either, only putting on his shirt.
My wife asks where the bar is and offers to make takes. As she goes to get some ice, Michael sits as if to accentuate the bulge in his trunks, and says blankly,
"Your wife is a fucking hottie. I'd love to fuck that hot young slut."
I'm shocked at the audacity of his words, and before I can respond, Claire has returned, chipper and tipsy, her bikini riding oh so slightly, as Michael makes no effort to stop staring at her, notably her ass.
I can continue if anyone's interested?
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MrBungle
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Thanks, I'll continue:
As our small party wears on, Michael pays more and more attention to my wife, and ignoring me, except maybe catching my eyes and looking down at himself, as if to point out the salient bulge now snaking sideways along his speedo.
A musical number my wife loves comes on and she dances in front of us, slightly off balance because of the holy water. Michael is beaming, and again isn't subtle, staring at her ass when turned, and her bikini clad pussy and tits when turned facing us. Inwardly my belly is hot, and I can't understand why my wife doesn't notice his ogling.
Finally it's my turn to get the ice, which I consider a treat to clear my mind. I leverage the door so it doesn't lock, and move down the corridor. I disuse myself of any crazy thoughts but when I return, I see that Michael has joined my wife dancing. His hand is planted squarely on her bum, and the are gyrating to the music together. Her bikini now more like a thong with Michael's hand making it ride into her crack. But even more disconcerting is that my wife's hand is hidden to about his waist level in front of her. I could swear she was stroking the contour of his cock. Her back is to me, but his smile is a wicked one. My young wife being fondled by this older man makes me nervous, but I notice my cock is hard at the sight.
I make some noise upon my ostensible return, and the two separate. My wife is blushing but makes no effort to correct her bikini, perhaps unaware.
"Your wife is one hot young lady" he says, then glancing her way, "You're a lucky man." Then he reaches down and cups her bare bum, giving it a playful squeeze. She forgets herself and giggles, then admonishes herself for it. But he's encouraged by it and it's at this moment time almost dilates. The crisis point. Walks over to me, smiles and pushes me down onto the sofa. His bulging cock is eyelevel with me, and in a sure voice he says,
"Watch and learn."
I'm shocked by his audacity but also frozen by it. As a natural sub, his dominating tone virtually subdues me. My wife, who is extremely submissive, is also shocked, but noticed a heated tingle between her legs when Michael commanded me. Wordlessly he moved back to my wife and simply freed his hard cock. Uncut and easily 9" long, it shimmered in the dull light, and fading sunset, already wet with precum. She moved down gingerly, and touched it, and soon sucking his mansize cock.
He demonstrates his strong will and physical dominance over my wife. After his cock is sucked he flips her on her back and, without hesitation, without saying, "I need to get a condom" he pull her bikini to one side and he penetrates her wet young pussy. Her bikini top is now more around her waist as her 34c breasts move sympathetically with every thrust. He talks to me more than her:
"Your wife is so tight. Never had a real cock before I see;"
and, "I like fucking your wife's tight young body, and you can see she like me fucking it;"
"Doesn't your wife look good getting fucked by a real cock? You know she wanted my cock the second she saw me;"
To this last remark I could only stare and nod my head. His powerful strokes shaking the couch, my wife whimpering and moaning in sheer ecstasy. I've ***ly released my own cock and stroke it furiously.
He then commands my wife to get on all fours and lean on me. Her breasts on my legs, her face near my cock. He tells her not to suck my cock, but he wants me to feel him fucking her. And I do, the power of his strokes, shake us both. He tells my wife to describe every moment, and between gasps she says:
"Oh baby, his cock...is...so big;"
and,
"Oh, I want him..."
and,
"Oh, baby I love his big cock in my belly."
Finally, to complete the domination, he urges me with questions.
"Doesn't your young wifey look good on my cock."
I nod, he commands me to speak..."Yes..."
"You like seeing your wife fuck other men? Men with real cocks?"
"Yes."
"I should bring some of my clients to fuck her too. You'd like that wouldn't you."
"Er..." I hesitate then realize it's useless, "Yes."
"So you like you wife being a slut for other men then? Men with big cocks like mine?"
"Yes."
"So you admit, you have a thing for big cock?"
"In my wife, yes."
"Good boi" he says, "So I want you to let her know what you want."
"Claire," I say, "I want you to fuck big cocks; Michael's big cock, regularly."
Claire simply moans and whimpers, enjoying Michaels girth and thorough fucking.
"You want my cum in her belly,don't you?"
I'm shocked at my lack of hesitation, "Yes, breed my hot wife."
At this he smiles, winks, and pulls out. With one fluid motion, he throws my wife over her shoulder and carries her to the bedroom, leaving the door open for my purview. He rips off her remaining bikini and proceeds to fuck her, bareback, again and again, launching his semen into her, her cries for more cock never going unheeded, I pass out to the sight of my wife being fucked doggy style by a massive cock, his cum leaking from her pussy onto the satin sheets below.
In the middle of the night, I wake up to see my wife sucking Michael's cock, their silouhettes visible in the full moonlight. SHe purrs on his cock, and he calls her a good girl. My wife stops to accept her praise: "THanks daddy" and moves up to straddle his once again hard cock. I fall arelax to the sound of my wife fucking another man.
I wake up, the sun shining in the room. I lie on the floor. A hangover crowds my brain. My wife relaxs fitfully in the bed. On my stomach, my wife's bikini bottoms, with a note enclosed:
"Thanks for your wife. I'll be coming up next month to fuck my slut some more and continue her training. And yours...yes yours! You may want these bikini bottoms for yourself. And yes, your wife told me where you live; she is my slut afterall. You can stay in the room as long as you want.
Your new bull,
Michael
p.s. I wasn't kidding about my clients."
We gather our things. My wife's demeanour is noticeably different with me. She still a loving wife, but she glows, and seems to act superior to me. And then I realize, she always was, and always will be. I kiss my wife's cumstained mouth, and she smiles, "I love you" she says.
"Baby, I love you more than you could know." And with that we walk out, Michaels seed staining her hotshorts, his scent marking my wife. His slut.
Hope you enjoyed. Comments welcome!
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MrBungle
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We arrive at the lounge as required. Not knowing what exactly Mr. Davis meant by appropriate attire, we keep it businesslike but not too strict. The wife is wearing a suit jacket with a matching skirt.
When we arrive, Mr. Davis seems pleased and offers us a take. We accept, but are eager to hear his solution for our dilemma. In a way, we're both giddy with optimism. After much banter, Mr. Davis comes to the point.
"Well, the way I see it, you two are in a bit of a pickle."
We both nod in agreement.
"If it were only one month, we could get around it. But you don't have the money to pay the outstanding amount, let alone next month's mortgage. What are we going to do about that?"
We could only shake our heads, as I said, "If there's ANYTHING we can do. A loophole maybe?"
Mr. Davis smiled at this; "Anything? Perhaps. But be warned, it's unorthodox."
My wife pipes up, "Please, Mr. Davis, you have to help us!"
"Well," he starts, "you'll be helping yourselves." He looks around as if to see if anyone is listening in before continuing, "I run a club...a gentleman's club if you will. Generally for people my age, 55 to 65. We call it our 'early retirement.'"
Not sure what he's getting at, we look at him quizzically, but urge him to continue.
"Part of this club includes, well a need for entertainment. Entertainment a young couple like yourself might be able to provide."
My face grows hot, but I notice my wife still doesn't understand.
"Listen Mr. Davis, I don't know what you have in mind but..."
"Ah ah ah...." Mr. Davis, waves his finger authoritatively, "I would hate to have to forclose over something this trivial. Don't get the wrong idea. Oh...and call me Bob."
I cool my jets, "What EXACTLY do you have in mind?"
"Well, I have a suite here. In that sweet are four other gentleman. We simply ask that you do what you do in the privacy of your own home."
My wife is now beginning to grasp Bob's intentions, and stands up to leave, completely flushed. I grab her arm, and give her a pleading look. She looks back at me in understanding; she know's we're between a rock and a hard place. She slowly sits again.
"What do you m-mean?" Claire asks, now very nervous.
Bob orders another round of takes and makes them doubles. Then he carries on:
"As I said, you do what you do at you home. You two make love in front of us. We don't do anything Claire doesn't want. Simply watch if that's the case. We are gentleman, after all."
My wife and I look at eachother. We're resigned to it even though we can't openly admit it. In fact, Claire seems oddly releived, beleiving she had to have sex with someone else.
"Ok...?" I ask, looking at my wife.
"Ok..." she says, her eyes looking down demurely to the ground.
"Ok!" Bob says, smiling. "Let's have a few more takes. I see that Claire is a bit nervous. This will help, trust me."
We do just that, and by the time we're walking down the hallway, Claire seems a little more relaxed, and admittedly so am I.
When we enter the suite, we see 4 older men, grey around the temples to totally grey. They're dressed in powersuits and things of the like. They introduce themselves and offer some champagne. Claire is shy, but accepts the champagne. There is little chatter except reassurances from them that we're safe and nothing we won't want to happen will happen.
I raise a small concern, "I assume you aren't planning on some video taping, or pictures?"
They chuckle. They're gentlemen, they assure us.
Bob speaks up, "Shall we get on with it then? Where shall we begin?" he asks looking right at me.
"Uh..I don't know..the bedroom?" I say, finding this entire moment surreal.
We enter the bedroom, followed by the 5 men. They stand against the wall, giving us space. My wife undresses and is obviously nervous, looking only at me, trying to ignore everyone. But my eyes are flitting to and fro, and I notice that they've started rubbing their cocks through their trousers at just seeing my wife undress. As for me, in my nervousness, my cock remains flaccid, as I sit on the edge of the bed. Claire, seeing this, gets on her knees and takes me in her mouth. Soon, her ministrations have the desired effect and she's sucking my hard cock. I lay back on the bed, as my wife straddles me. I notice she too needs help warming up under the circumstances and she moves right up to my face and offers me her pussy. I partake, revving her up. It doesn't take long before she's amply wet. I notice now that the 5 men are in various states of undress, and all of them have their cocks out and stroke them lazily. It's apparent that being 55+ in age is not the only requirement for membership, but some girth in the cock department as well.
Soon me and my wife are fucking like rabbits. I notice my wife is unusually aroused. I'm not completely surprised as she has a fantasy of being watched. Everything is going as normal as it gets considering. But when my wife gets on top of me and rides me, I notice Bob move closer.
"I want a closer look" he says, and moves on to the bed, standing on it. Then, oddly, I recall the semantics of his words in the lounge, 'We don't do anything Claire doesn't want.'
Bob stands next to us, his big heavy cock about a foot away from my wife's face. She seems to be driven wild, maybe by it's scent, or the sight, but she rides me more furiously, her eyes locked on Bob's cock, as she licks the air. She starts whimpering, and in one swift moment, she turns off me and is on her knees taking Bob's cock in her mouth, her right hand stroking him.
As I lay there stunned, her actions are a catalyst for the others, as she's encircled, and groped and fingered. Finally one of them throws her onto all fours as she lands on top of me. I look in her eyes for a moment; she looks feral, yet innocent. My jaw drops as one of the men unceremoniously plunge their cock into her from behind. He doesn't just fuck her, he pounds her, as she leverages against me to meet each thrust.
"Fuckin' slut...never thought you'd enjoy older cock and now you love it."
"I...I..love..it."
Hands grope her, as they take turns on her. It's like a whirlwind surrounding her and at some point she's carried off into the living room of the suite, as they move out, shutting the door. Fifteen seconds after the door closes, one can easily tell she's being fucked again, as she lets out a loud moan. I move to the door and see her on the edge of the loveseat, legs spread in a 'Y' as fucks her, until he lets out a loud groan, pumping her full of cum. From my vantage point I see her pussy glazed with his semen. Undeterred, the next one moves in. The vocal one, who likes to call her a slut. Only now he tells her to call him Daddy,
"Oh Daddy,....fuck me Daddy..you're cock is so big!"
"You'll make me a daddy, slut, when I'm finished putting my seed in your belly" as her fucks her until he cums.
She's manhandled again, as one sits on the ottoman, she's moved to all fours to suck his cock while the other fucks her. This one opts to cum on her ass and back, as shot after shot of ropy cum lands on her, I swear she moans each time.
The man who's cock she's sucking ushers her up. She knows what to do and sits on his cock. Meanwhile the last one moves in behind, rubbing his cock along the crack of her hot ass. She whimpers as he enters her ass, as I watch my wife sandwiched between men nearly twice her age. I know she came at least once or twice up to then, but now it was obvious, as she shrieked orgasming at least twice more as she was between these men, the second coincident with the men that fucked her. She collapsed like a rag doll as they carried her to the loveseat. Dishevelled and smelling like cum, she sauntered to the bedroom door, and fell in my arms. I looked at each of the men. They had reverted back to their gentlemanly selves, as I moved Claire to the bed, where she fell into a deep dream, as did I.
When we awoke, everyone was gone. The smell of sex, semen and pussy was still in the air. Worlessly, my wife moved down and sucked my cock, I presume as an apology. But I was not angry. Confused perhaps. Ashamed that the whole scene turned me on.
When we left, I found a statement tucked into my jacket pocket. It was our mortgage. All arrears we're paid in full, and up to the end of the year. Shame, again, mitigated by the memory of only once sentence..."We don't do anything Claire doesn't want."
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