Yes: A Hotwife Romance (15 page)

My cock was throbbing, bouncing up and down. She rubbed her ass against my mouth a little and I ran my tongue across it one last time, savouring the feeling of the ridge of puckered muscle. She swung a leg over me and sat on the bed beside me.

I looked at her, my eyes wide with desperation. "Come on Angie," I begged, "please?"

She giggled and glanced at my flexing member. She ran a finger along a vein. My body arched towards her. She looked at me and smiled.

"I'm telling you, Charlie. You're going to have a better time if I don't." She pulled herself off the bed and bounced to the bathroom. She stuck her head out just as I was reaching down to touch myself. "Come on Charlie. Play along."

I sighed, resigned to not get any sleep. I'd play along alright. This didn't seem like much fun though.

Chapter 22

"I have a surprise for you." The sound of Angie's whisper drifted through my dreams. I opened my eyes to find her staring at me, grinning. I rolled closer to her, trying to push my morning wood into her hand.

"I'm glad you finally came around," I whispered, my voice bleary from sleep.

"Unh-uh," she said, pushing me away.

A bolt of unpleasant frustration stirred me awake.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Well, it's actually two surprises," she said, the smile still wide on her face. "Which one do you want first?"

"What time is it?" I asked, scratching my head and turning towards the alarm clock.

"It's nine."

Nine. Nine. That number meant something. Her flight. Her flight was at nine.

"Your flight!" I shouted, springing from the bed. I wasn't sure how I could help her get there. It had probably already left. It just seemed like doing something was better than doing nothing.

"Charlie, relax," she purred, patting the bed for me to get back in.

I shook my head. Obviously things were under control. "What's going on?" I asked again, after I'd calmed down.

"Well? Which one do you want first?" she squealed, delighted.

"Angie," I replied, my voice tinged with a growing irritation. "I don't know what the choices are."

She giggled, delighting in my ignorance. "Okay. I'll just tell you the first one."

"Okay."

"You're coming to New York."

"What?!?" I whispered, sitting up.

She scrunched her nose up and giggled. "You heard me. You're coming to New York."

"Why?"

"Okay, are you ready?"

"I'm ready already. Now what?!?" She was really enjoying herself, stringing me along.

"Will's got some friends he got in touch with."

That's all she said. Her smile didn't fade completely but it slid from happiness into mischief.

"More friends?" I asked after I'd realized what she meant.

She leaned close and put a hand on my arm, obviously excited. "A lot more."

Adrenaline stirred somewhere inside me. I sat up, trying not to look to stunned. "What's a lot more?"

"Do you want to hear this?" she asked, giddy with excitement.

Even if I didn't, she could obviously hardly wait to tell me. I braced myself.

"Okay. Shoot."

"Okay," she said, clapping her hands together. "Will said we could do...like, a real breeding party with, I don't know, a lot more guys."

"A breeding party?" I balked.

"It's just a name for it they use. It's just because there're going to be so many guys there. It doesn't mean anything."

I frowned. It obviously meant something. "Okay. So what happens?"

"It's like what we did at his place except the guys are just...they're just there to, like, fuck their cum into me. Or onto me. Or wherever they want. And you get to watch!"

I sat there staring at her, almost completely at a loss as to what to say. Sure, I'd started the whole thing. This was taking it over the top though, wasn't it?

"You're not into it," she said after a while and no response from me.

"I...have no idea."

"No idea?" she echoed.

"Angie, give me a minute. This is kind of a big deal. Just let me think about it?"

She scowled and lay back down on the bed. I could tell I'd taken the wind out of her sails with my reaction but what had she expected? That I'd just dive right into this no problem? A breeding party? Just the name of it sent a shudder racing through me. I got up, walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The hot water felt good and I stood there with my eyes closed, trying to envision what it would look like and how it would make me feel.

On the one hand, the thought of her being used by all those men was incredibly erotic. I imagined her with her legs up, cock after cock getting shoved into her holes and filling her with cum. It made me half hard just thinking about it.

At the same time, if we went through with it, this was going to be a decidedly more intense experience than I'd ever imagined. This wasn't just going to be sharing my wife with one man I knew or a few of his friends. This was going to be me, watching Angie become a complete slut. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time.

She walked into the bathroom just as I was towelling off. She was wearing a robe but it outlined her curves perfectly and my cock straightened a bit at seeing her. I put my arms around her, hoping maybe she'd changed her mind about waiting.

"Ah, ah!" she smiled, pushing me away and stepping past me. She took off the robe and my cock got even stiffer. I thought of just taking her. Bending her over the sink and stuffing myself into her pussy. I bet she'd find that hot, me being that assertive.

"Don't even think about it," she said stepping into the shower. I looked up to see that she had caught me staring at her bulging ass.

"Trust me, it's all I'm thinking about..." I muttered.

"So?" she asked, turning on the water.

I breathed deeply. "Okay."

"Okay?" Angie's head poked out from behind the shower curtain with wide, excited eyes. "Really?"

"Really."

She practically fell out of the shower and into my arms.

"Hey, I just towelled off," I complained. "You're getting me all wet again!"

"No you're getting
me
all wet, mister." Before I knew it she grabbed my hand and pressed it between her legs. My fingers slipped into the sticky wetness of her pussy. My cock jumped at the wetness. She pulled them out from between her folds, brought them to her mouth and slid the inside. Her eyes were glued to mine the whole time.

"Angie what the fuck?" I whispered.

She let the fingers slide out with a sloppy popping sound. "Okay I know this was kind of your thing but I'm just really fucking into it now Charlie."

That made me scowl.

"What?" she asked.

"What? I mean you're standing here sucking yourself off my hand at the thought of getting gang banged. You don't think that's going to make me worry a little?"

She took a step back. "Make you worry a little?!?" she guffawed. "Charlie this whole thing was your idea!"

"I know Angie but..."

"But what?" she snapped. "But it's all fine as long as Charlie's having a good time but when I get excited about having some fun then you get to start pouting? Fuck that!"

She stepped back into the shower and did her best to slam the curtain shut.

"Angie," I started, realizing I'd messed up.

"No! Get out! I want to shower in peace!" she shot from inside her steamy cocoon.

I sighed and stepped through the door. I sat on the bed waiting for her to finish. Her showers were epic. It gave me time to think.

She was right. I was the one that had started all this. I was the one that had gambled by bringing Will into the picture. She'd been completely understanding when I'd needed to back out at Will's place the first night. She'd shown more understanding about this than she had about anything in our marriage. I realized I was being a complete tool.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a giant white towel.

"I'm sorry," I said right away.

She shot me a disappointed look.

"I'm very sorry," I tried again.

No look this time. She just walked to the closet and opened it.

"I'm very, very sorry." I took a deep breath. "I'm very, very, very, very..."

"Oh Charlie, shutup!" A shoe flew across the room. I ducked just in time. That was actually the reaction I'd hoped for. I walked over to where she was standing and looked her in the eye.

"You're right," I said, "for once I'm being the selfish cunt." It was a mad gamble.

Her mouth popped open in mock surprise. "You didn't," she whispered.

"I love you."

She melted a little. "Are you sure?"

"That I love you?"

"That you want to do this?" Her voice was incredibly warm. Incredibly soft. I just couldn't used to hearing her sound so caring.

"I do. I'm just a little scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah."

"Of what?"

"Of...that it'll change something."

"Charlie. Nothing will change," she purred, stroking my cheek with a finger.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"So...this is all set up already?"

"Mmhmm!" she nodded, biting her lip. "Will did everything!"

A sliver of discomfort slid through my insides. "That was nice of him."

"I know!" she enthused, oblivious. She spun around and started swishing through dresses hanging in the closet.

I watched the shadows the muscles in her back made. This was going to be...fun.

Chapter 23

"You ready for this my man?" Will asked. His hand was already on the door knob. They'd already knocked. There wasn't really any turning back now.

I shifted in the armchair and looked over at Angie. She was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a tight red skirt that barely covered her thighs. If I looked hard enough I could just make out the soft patch of hair above her pussy.

She was smiling. Which meant she was nervous. I wondered if I looked nervous. I looked back at Will and nodded.

Only three guys came in when he opened the door. He'd explained they'd have to come in a few at a time so it didn't look like what it was.

They were all big guys. Two black guys and the last one looked Hispanic. The first one nodded at me, the other two didn't even look towards where I was sitting. Their eyes went straight to Angie.

I saw her back stiffen a little bit. She sat a little straighter on the bed. I saw her legs close a bit. Her calf muscles were tight from the heels she was wearing. I felt a pang of angst. Sure she looked like a slut to them. To me she looked so...innocent, sitting there.

The three guys stopped in front of her. They looked at Will who was standing by the door.

"Go on dawgs!" he said, grinning. They all took their shirts off and pushed their pants to the floor. I could only see the two black guys but their cocks were huge.

I looked at Angie. She was looking at them too. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she having second thoughts? Was I? Or was she imagining what it was going to feel like, being stuffed full of all that meat?

One of the guys pulled her up to standing. I watched her swallow. She was still smiling. Still nervous. He hooked his fingers under her skirt and pulled it over her head.

The three of them started stroking their cocks, their eyes roaming from her tits to her pussy. I watched a black hand start to knead one of her breasts. She looked at the guy touching her. She looked so awkward. Like she didn't know what to do.

"On your knees baby," one of them said. She seemed to enjoy the command. It gave her something to do. He helped her down in front of him, then pushed his cock into her face.

That made me lurch. I didn't want to touch myself just yet. I wanted to enjoy the whole thing. I knew if I started now, I'd be done before any of them were.

Another knock at the door. Will let in the next group. I sat staring at my wife.

She had a cock in her mouth now and was sucking on it, her head bobbing up and down. Her hand was wrapped around another one, stroking it to hardness. More muscled men appeared around her, naked and ready. She looked like a lamb, surrounded by wolves.

The guy who'd helped her to her knees pulled her off himself and up again. He touched her breasts then made her turn around. Stroking himself, he stared at her ass along with the other guys. He gave it a couple of slaps and watched it turn red.

I saw Angie's mouth open but she didn't say anything. She just stood there and took it. Like a whore who'd already been paid and just had to put up with whatever they were going to do. It wasn't until he turned her around and made her lay back on the bed that she started to look excited. That she started to look like this was something she
wanted
to do.

He held her legs open, the big black guy who'd put his cock in her mouth. His cock was completely hard now and I watched him open her legs, watched him stare at the slash of pink flesh he was going to push himself into.

Even from where I was sitting I could tell she was wet. She was turned on. Turned on by the fact that she was going to get fucked by a bunch of total strangers. I couldn't help that my cock hardened at the thought. I was getting turned on by it too.

Another knock. More men walked through the door. I didn't look to see what they looked like this time. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was her. My wife, surrounded by cocks and about to be drilled and filled with their seed.

I imagined what it was going to feel like, slipping in between her silky thighs and pressing my own cock into her sloppy cunt, filled with cum. We'd talked about it earlier. I wasn't going to let myself come until I could be inside her. Until they'd all had her, used her to get off. Then I was going to go over there and be the last to push myself in and empty myself inside. The idea had made me hard when we'd talked about it and it was making me hard again now.

The sound of her wetness being violated tore me from my fantasy and put me back in the room. The head of a thick, black cock was running along her slit, collecting her juices, getting ready to move inside.

I looked up to see she had another cock in her mouth. She was holding onto it and craning her neck to try and suck it. Another guy had come up on her other side and guided her hand to his cock. She wrapped her fingers around the thick thing and started to stroke.