A Hotwife's Journey Page 21

  Nigel watched Karen’s face, saw her eyes and mouth go wide as Clay penetrated her.

  He pushed his hips forward and a loud gasp escaped her throat. He pulled back and pushed again, and her legs came up on either side of his waist, knees bent, high heels pointing out to sea. Nigel wanted to reach for her hand as Clay thrust again, but she was gripping the mattress. Her eyes fluttered then closed as Clay fucked her.

  In his peripheral vision, Nigel saw the other men discarding their clothes. One guy picked up the pack of condoms and passed them around. Nigel was vaguely aware of them forming some sort of queue, but his focus was on Karen. She was panting hard, then let out a whimpering sigh when Clay pulled out.

  As he stood to one side, the second guy took his place, guiding his cock into her body. She let out another groan and, after only a few slow, lazy thrusts from this new cock, Karen reached her first orgasm of the night. She spread her arms wide on the mattress and howled into the night as the second guy pumped his hips in the same, unhurried rhythm.

  Grinning as her cry trailed off, slow-mo guy pulled out and stood aside for Clifton, who was still frowning. Nigel saw his cock wasn’t erect. Clifton tried to enter her, but failed. He tried again, but his cock kept bending.

  One of the other guys waiting for his turn said something Nigel didn’t catch. Glumly, Clifton stepped back to let his impatient friend go next. Nigel decided he’d have to keep track of them by the order in which they were fucking his wife. With Clifton temporarily side-lined, Impatient Four became Mr Three in Nigel’s mind. Three’s cock was more than ready, and as he slid it into Karen’s gaping sex, she immediately started to rock her hips, working up to another orgasm. Breathless, Nigel watched his wife grunt and groan as she rode the cock from below. Her legs shook as she screamed her release.

  Three pulled out and Clifton tried for a second time. Yet again, he fumbled with his flaccid cock. The fifth and final guy in line started hassling him, saying something about this being no place for a virgin.

  Karen sat up and looked into Clifton’s eyes. She stood, put an arm around his neck and held up a hand to silence frustrated Five. Full of pride, Nigel watched as she comforted Clifton, her nurturing instincts clearly evident. She whispered to him, then reached down and stroked his cock.

  She kissed his neck, told him not to worry. She gripped him more firmly and slowly pumped him as she sat back on the bed. She looked up into his face and peeled off the condom, then took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked him.

  Nigel’s jaw dropped almost to his chest, and he could see the surprised expressions of the other four spectators.

  Once Clifton’s cock had started to get hard, Karen released it from her mouth and smiled up at him. “See? There’s no reason to—”

  Clifton grimaced. His cock trembled then spat a thick cord of cum all over Karen’s chest.

  She let out a squeal of surprise but quickly lay back and pulled Clifton on top of her, guiding his cock towards her sex. A second spurt erupted just before she’d managed to get him inside her, but then it slid home and he whimpered as his remaining shots found her hot, wet target.

  The other guys stared down at what was happening on the bed, then, as a man, looked over at Nigel. He shared their shock keenly—going bareback hadn’t been part of the plan—and he didn’t know what to do. Or say. He shrugged at Clay, but then Karen’s urgent grunts alerted their attention to the fact she was coming again, this time with Clifton’s unsheathed cock buried inside her.

  Clifton lifted himself off the bed, staggered back, and the fifth guy quickly stepped up to the crease, as it were. He looked down at Karen’s cum-sodden sex, then into her face.

  She glanced at Nigel, then back at Five. She nodded at his cock, which was long and thick. The teat of the condom was pointing directly at her. “Take it off.”

  The guy stripped it off and got on the bed. His cock slid into Karen’s cunt before Nigel could think of anything to say. He frowned at his wife, but her eyes were closed as she gripped Five’s shoulders.

  “Yeah, fuck me,” she urged.

  Nigel glanced at the other men. All, with the exception of Clifton, were fully erect and still gloved.

  Five fucked her harder, making the wicker bed creak under his onslaught. Karen moved with him, moaning and grunting throughout. When Five tried to pull out, she clung on to him.

  “Don’t you dare,” she rasped. “Keep going. Give it to me.”

  Five looked first at Clay, then at Nigel. It was obvious he was close, and Karen knew it too.

  Nigel shrugged, then nodded. If Karen wanted the guy to come inside her, Nigel wasn’t going to stop him. Probably couldn’t, anyway. Given the green light, Five gritted his teeth and banged her harder. She screamed but held on, her hands now moving down and around his waist. She wrapped her legs around his, making it impossible for him to do anything except fill her with his cum.

  “Ahh!” The guy’s entire body trembled, his skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat that sparkled in the overhead fairy-lights. “Ahh,” he repeated, still in the throes, his bum cheeks clenching with each spasm.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” Karen’s hair was plastered to her face, and she was gyrating her body beneath his.

  When Five moved away from the bed, Karen stood up. She looked around the room and pointed at Clay. “You, come here.”

  He walked to her, his huge cock hanging in front of him, dragged down by its own weight.

  Karen nodded at the bed. “Lie where I was. I want to ride your cock.” Once he’d complied, she smiled down at him, stroked his huge balls, then tugged at the teat of his condom. “I think we’ve already decided this isn’t needed.” She pulled it off and dropped it onto the bed, then lifted herself up and positioned the fat dome between the swollen lips of her sopping sex.

  Slowly, she lowered herself down. Nigel watched in awe as the huge cockhead disappeared. She stopped and took deep breaths a couple of times as she moved down on the shaft, and Nigel saw some of the previous men’s cum squirt out as Clay filled her. Eventually, she had his full length inside her. She rocked on it slowly, getting used to it, then twisted slightly to reach her hand out to Two.

  “Come here.”

  Two stepped closer to the bed. She gripped his still-sheathed cock and guided it towards her backside. “Keep yours on for a while.”

  Nigel gulped. What the fuck is she thinking? He glared at her, even took a step towards the bed, but Karen’s focus was on the guy preparing to enter her anally.

  “Take it slow, okay?” she warned.

  He nodded, then gripped his cock and pushed forward.

  Karen moaned and dropped her head down, her face momentarily hidden by the curtain of her hair. Two pushed a little further in, and she took more deep breaths, then moaned again.

  Nigel’s tight throat restricted his own breathing.

  Two sank his cock all the way into Karen. Nigel could hardly believe it was physically possible, yet here he was, just six feet away from his wife while she was being double penetrated by two huge black cocks.

  Karen began to rock herself between Clay and Two, her expression caught between pleasure and pain—pain probably edging the battle. Nigel stood perfectly still, transfixed by the spectacle.

  As the other men gathered closer around the bed, he noticed that Three had discarded his condom, too.

  Karen opened her eyes and looked up at Nigel. She didn’t seem to be able to focus on him, but he smiled, hoping she could see the pride in his eyes now the shock had subsided. Her eyes fluttered, then she looked up at the other men in turn as if searching for one in particular.

  She nodded at Three. “Climb up on the bed and feed that to me.”

  If she’d held a cattle prod to Nigel’s scrotum, it probably wouldn’t have jolted him any worse—she already had two huge cocks inside her, and yet she still wanted more.

  Nigel was sweating more than anyone else in the shack. He watched Karen open her mouth and take in the top th
ird of yet another huge cock. As he thought about it, he saw why she’d asked for Three specifically; he was the only one not currently inside her who hadn’t come yet.

  The four of them all started to thrust and rock, grunt and moan. Three’s dick disappeared further down Karen’s throat, and Clay began pushing up from below, lifting Karen and Two off the bed. One of the men groaned. Karen moved her head further forward, forcing more of Three’s cock down her throat. The man groaned again, and Nigel realised it was Three, all too close to the edge. When he let out a final grunt, Karen gagged a little as she swallowed.

  Clay heaved a sigh and his legs locked straight. Karen groaned again, reaching down and scratching his arms as he unloaded inside her. Two increased the speed of his thrusts and added his own contribution. Karen sobbed and wriggled, finally forced to release Three’s softening cock from her mouth to get air.

  She took several deep breaths before she finally opened her eyes and looked up at Nigel. She blinked, but he doubted she could actually focus yet.

  Two pulled out and back, and Karen slowly raised herself off Clay. Standing on shaking legs, she looked around at her five lovers. When her eyes settled on Clifton, her gaze travelled down his body. Nigel’s eyes followed. Clifton was hard again.

  She ran her hand through her hair, then stepped back to the bed. Sitting on the edge, she parted her thighs. Nigel glanced down. Her entire groin area looked like a quagmire of thick, sticky cum, but it didn’t seem to bother Clifton.

  He moved into position and entered her easily. Karen sighed and slipped her arms around his waist, pulling him down on top of her. Her breasts flattened and squeezed out a little under the guy’s muscular chest. He rode her slowly, and she ran her small white hands all over his broad, dark back. She sobbed and bit his shoulder as another orgasm shook her body. Clifton’s thrusts grew harder and faster, and Karen squealed again.

  Nigel glanced at the other lads, finding to his horror that they were all up and running again, all pumping their cocks. Jesus.

  Clifton let out a loud grunt, and Karen sighed when he eventually pulled out.

  When she sat up and saw the men waiting, she blew out her cheeks and shook her head. Yet she stood, turned round and bent over the bed, keeping her feet on the floor and her palms on the mattress.

  Three went first, then Clay, Five and finally Two. Karen howled and grunted throughout, and when all had finished, she dropped forward onto the bed and let out a long breath.

  The night was over, and everyone knew it. After the five men had dressed, Clifton leaned over her to check she was alright.

  She stroked his cheek, clearly touched. “I’m fine, thank you.”

  Each man nodded at Nigel as they walked out, Clay the last to leave. He shook Nigel’s hand and shrugged as if to say he’d told his friends to go one at a time, but Karen had changed the rules.

  Nigel smiled. “I know.”

  When it was just the two of them, Karen looked up into his eyes. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  Her smile gave way to a wince as she sat up and crossed her legs. “For arranging my fantasy.”

  “I was starting to regret it when things got a bit too heavy.”

  She took his hand. “Things didn’t get too heavy. I decided that if it was really happening, then I should get everything out of it I wanted.”

  “It was… what you wanted?”

  She nodded. “It’s what I fantasised about for years. And now I’ve had it, thanks to your encouragement.”

  “You fantasised about having a full house?”

  Karen giggled at his terminology and sat up. Her bodice was a rumpled band of sweaty material around her waist, and her breasts hung free, spotted with patches of dried cum. “Take your cock out.”

  He scoffed, looked around as if to say ‘What, here?’

  “Nige, I’ve just been gangbanged here, and you didn’t seem to worry about if we were being watched.”

  “But I can’t. I mean, you must be too sore.”

  “Oh you’re not touching me.” She shook her head vigorously. “I doubt if I’ll be in any state to be touched for a month. But what did we agree earlier?”

  He shook his head, hazy and confused.

  “I definitely came at least five times tonight.”

  The penny dropped, and he smiled. “Babe, you don’t need—”

  “I know I don’t, but it’s what I want.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I love you, and because I’m getting all my dreams fulfilled.” She undid the button of his trousers, then slowly pulled his zip down. “And while you’re using my tits for target practice, I’ll tell you how I used to fantasise about having a man in each hole.”

  Nigel shivered, released his cock and slowly pumped it. “You masturbated thinking about that?”

  “Oh yeah. And what’s more…” She squeezed her boobs together and sat forward so that they were right in front of his cock. “I’d use two vibrators to make it feel as real as I could.”

  A cold sweat broke out on his back. “Two?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  He pumped his hand faster. “At the same time?”

  She nodded. “One in the front…”

  Nigel’s hand sped to a blur.

  “And the other—”

  He came before she could finish, spraying copious amounts of cum all over her breasts. Karen ran her hands over it, smearing it into her skin.

  Nigel closed his eyes and listened to the waves for a few moments while waiting for his pulse rate to return to something more normal. Finally, he took a deep breath and fastened his trousers. He was unable to put into words any of the emotions he’d experienced during the last hour and a half, so instead occupied himself with cleaning up. He looked with distaste at the detritus.

  She frowned. “Are you angry at me?”

  “I think… you took an unnecessary risk.”

  She seemed to consider his answer. “You didn’t make Michael wear a condom.”

  That’s because I thought he’d probably be a virgin. “True.”

  She sighed. “I’m sorry, but I really wanted Clifton to join in.”

  He nodded and started picking up the discarded rubbers.

  When he looked up, Karen had pulled her bodice back on, but was struggling to fasten the press-studs between her legs. Nigel delved into his pocket for the pack of tissues, folded several into a wad for her, and held them out. Smiling weakly, she pushed the makeshift towel into the gusset and finally managed to click two of the studs shut. She gave up on the third.

  Nigel passed her dress. “Are you going to be able to walk back to the hotel?”

  She laughed. “I’m sure I’ll manage, though I’m not sure I’ll be able to face the five of them tomorrow.”

  He chuckled. “You should have thought of that before you did your ‘Debbie Does Dallas’ impression.”

  “Bastard.” She picked up the stray condom from the bed and added it to the bundle in his hand. “Come on, take me home and bathe me gently.”

  They left the shack and stood looking at the waves breaking on the shore for a few moments.

  She slipped her hand in his and squeezed. “It’s beautiful here.”

  He nodded. “Yeah.”

  They walked slowly back along the beach. Nigel dropped the condoms into a rubbish bin, then led her through the small town and up to the hotel main door. They made it to their bungalow without meeting any other guests. Once inside, Nigel ran a bath while Karen undressed and took a shower.

  She gingerly lowered herself into the hot water and lay back, closing her eyes.

  Nigel stood quietly by the side of the bath and admired her. She looked thoroughly worn out, which was understandable. “Are you okay?”

  She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Yeah. Are you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “I mean are we okay? You know, after what happened tonight. Are you still okay about it?”

  “Of course I
am. It was your fantasy, and I’m glad you did it.”

  Karen laughed weakly. “I still can’t believe it. Five!”

  “What, stingrays?”

  She splashed water from the tub over him. “Am I a complete slut?”

  “No, you’re the perfect wife.”

  “I’m not sure perfect wives take on five black men at once.”

  “I think it depends on what the husband considers to be perfect.”

  Karen looked into his eyes, suddenly serious. “And what do you consider to be perfect?”

  He knelt down and picked up the sponge, dipped it in the water and gently washed her shoulder. “I think you’re perfect. You were perfect before we started this journey, but I cannot put into words how perfect things are for me right now.”

  She beamed at him. “Good, because I’m looking forward to continuing this journey when we get back home.”

  Nigel smiled, more content than he’d ever dared to hope for.

  THE END

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