Hot Wives Gone Wild

  Hot Wives Gone Wild

  Three Hotwife Stories

  Cassie DuBois

  Hot Wives Gone Wild

  Three Hotwife Stories

  First Edition November 16, 2015

  Copyright © Cassie DuBois 2015

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  About This Book

  Stuffed by the Neighbor

  Between the wine and her close proximity to Thad, Holly's stomach was aflutter as she thought again about him peeking in through her car window. She admonished herself for feeling this way about another man. She might not be 100% happily married, but she did love her husband. Sure, he worked a lot, but he only did it to help provide for them. And, so what if they didn't have a lot of sex? It was satisfying enough, when they actually did.

  “Hey Thad!” called a man's voice from the backdoor. “We're getting out of here, man!”

  Thad turned and looked back at the last of the revelers, raised a hand in a wave. “Thanks for coming, guys! And thanks for all the gifts!”

  Holly lightly elbowed him in the ribs. “Go say bye to them for real.”

  Thad grinned and got up to go say goodbye to his friends. He hugged and shook hands with them, then ushered them indoors and through the house.

  Holly sipped from her wine glass as he went through all his so-longs, farewells, and thank yous. He came back after a few minutes, accompanied by the sounds of car doors opening and shutting on the street out front.

  “Have fun?” he asked as he sat back down next to her and took up his wine glass again.

  “Yeah,” she said, smiling, “I did. Thanks for hanging out with me all night.”

  “No problem. I figured, what with Sam working, you probably needed to get out of the house.”

  “Thanks.” She turned her attention back to her wine glass. “You know, I forgot to get you a housewarming present.”

  “Really?” he asked and laughed. “It had completely slipped my mind. You didn't have to get me anything, anyways. I throw housewarming parties to actually warm the house, not to get gifts. I have more than enough stuff as it is.”

  “I know, I know. But, it's the thought that counts.”

  “Or the lack thereof, right?” he asked, grinning that bright devil-may-care grin of his. Then, it was like he got a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “But, I think I have an idea of how we can remedy the situation.”

  “Oh yeah?” Holly asked, laughing again. “What's that?”

  “How about you christen the pool with me, and we call it even?”

  “Oh,” Holly said, pulling at her dress. “I don't know about that . I'd have to go home and get something, and I'd end up waking Sam.”

  “Well,” he whispered as he leaned in conspiratorially, “I don't know where I packed my swimming trunks, either . . .”

  “Thad!” she said in astonishment.

  “. . . so I'm just wearing my boxers. Swimsuits are just fancy underwear anyways, right?”

  Holly laughed. She realized, in her own wine-addled way, that he had a point. How much different was it, really?

  “Alright, fine. But, no dunking, no splashing, and no funny business, mister.”

  “So . . . no fun?”

  “That's right,” she said as she set her wine glass down on the patio and pulled off her sandals.

  He stripped out of his clothes and took the wine glasses with him. He was in the water in record time. “Come on in, it feels wonderful. I've been heating it since I moved in.”

  She could feel those twinkling eyes of his on her as she pulled the dress over her head and stood in the cool evening breeze wearing just her red, lacy bikini panties and pushup bra. She put the dress on the back of the chaise lounge, just knowing that he was watching her every move.

  She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she found herself not really caring. The idea of having this man other than her husband taking in her half-naked body was, somehow, wonderfully delicious and wrong at the same time. She wrapped her arms around herself against the chill and walked over to the pool, easing herself into the warm water.

  “See?” he asked as he came over with both glasses of wine in hand. “Told you it was nice.”

  “This feels wonderful,” she agreed, taking the offered drink. She took a sip as she soaked in the warmth.

  “Reminds me of college,” he said. “We used to go skinny dipping all the time.”

  She laughed as she waded over to the edge of the pool and set her wine on the edge of the pool. She turned back to him. “You know, I think this is the closest I've ever been to skinny dipping.”

  “Really? Not even by yourself?”

  She shook her head and sunk lower into the pool, till just her head was above the waterline. “Not even by myself.”

  He came over, now, to set his glass next to hers. He was so near to her, barely inches of water separated their bodies. As he brushed near her, though, part of him, a slightly excited part, brushed her thigh.

  Holly gasped in surprise. Not at the fact that he'd brushed up against her, but at how big it felt.

  “What's up?” he asked as he turned to her, a knowing grin already on his lips.

  “N-n-nothing.”But, it had definitely been something, that was for sure.

  She felt herself getting even more excited as she imagined just how big he could get.

  “No, really, what's going on?” he asked again, his half-naked, ripped body still near enough for her to taste. He came a step closer.

  Holly's breath was coming faster now. “I just . . . I'm married.”

  “What?” Thad asked, coming one step closer. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her through the water and closer to him, grinding her belly into his half-hard cock. He looked down at her. “Sorry if I'm a little, um, you know. It's probably the wine and, well, you.”

  “Just a little over me?” she asked, tilting her head up.

  He leaned down, but stopped his lips inches from hers. “Well, a lot. But, believe me, you can't tell yet. Just give it a minute.”

  “A whole minute?” she asked, her breaths coming fast and short now. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  “Probably not that long,” he replied and, finally, kissed her.

  Holly didn't resis
t as his soft lips firmly crushed hers. She opened her mouth, first, and ran her tongue along his lips. He opened and received her, their tongues entangling.

  He pulled her closer, wrapped his other arm around her. She gasped into his mouth as he moved down, grabbed her ass, massaged and squeezed.

  She felt his cock growing against her belly, nearly reaching its full size. He must have been ten, maybe eleven inches long already. And that was half-hard! She'd never felt one that size, certainly not her husband's. She moaned as the neighbor moved his lips down to her neck and shoulder, then came back up to her begging mouth.

  They kissed like that for a while before Thad broke the kiss and led her by one hand up the steps and out of the pool. With water dripping from their underwear, he took her inside.

  Holly was on him as soon as they were indoors. She massaged his prick through his soaked boxers, hefted his balls in her hand. He was just huge!

  He reached back behind her and deftly unsnapped her bra, yanked it off, baring her chest to him. She pressed her naked breasts to his pecs as he pulled her in closer.

  He broke the kiss. “Bedroom?”

  “Here,” she said, feeling especially naughty at the thought of fucking this other man. “Fuck me here.”

  He grinned and nodded, cupped one of her breasts, bent down to lick the other's nipple.

  Holly threw her head back and moaned as she pressed herself into him. “Oh, damn that feels good.”

  “Your tits are amazing,” he growled as, with his other hand, he hooked a finger into the hip strap of her panties. He tugged at them till Holly helped him shimmy them off.

  And, now, she was standing there, naked in this near-stranger's dining room, being covered in his bites, kisses, and hands while her unknowing husband slept the night away. She shivered a little at the realization of how little she cared, and just pulled his mouth more forcefully onto her flesh.

  What did she really care about, though? Right now, it was seeing, feeling, tasting, fucking Thad's giant cock. She tugged at his boxer's waistband, pulling them down. When they didn't come down immediately, and he didn't help, she dropped to her knees in front of him.

  She had to see it. Had to see this giant cock that was so deliciously, giantly, tenting the front of his boxers. She grabbed his underwear with both hands and pulled.

  And, there it was, staring her right in the face.

  She gasped.

  It was as big around as a coke can, and almost a foot long. Thad, almost laughing, breathed faster as she tentatively tried to wrap her hand around it, but she couldn't touch her fingers to her thumb. She used a little bead of pre-cum as lube and stroked up and down it. “Oh my god. Can I suck it?”

  Given to the Bar by her Husband

  Evening bag in hand, Julie got out of the booth and walked across the bar, swaying seductively on her high heels. She turned and flashed Pete another smile just before she turned the corner and stepped into the women's restroom.

  Even though it was a dive bar, the restroom was decent enough. The floors were dry, there wasn't a strong odor, and the stalls were clean. Sure, it wasn't the Ritz or anything, but it wasn't completely, outrageously disgusting.

  She went into the first stall, did her business, and came back out to the sink. She touched up her deep red lipstick and dark eyeshadow in the mirror as she thought about Pete, his seductive blue eyes, and the eager tool in his pants. He wasn't her normal type of guy, but Dan hadn't been either. She liked to change things up every so often.

  It kept things . . . interesting.

  She grabbed her handbag, checked herself out in the mirror one more time, and winked at her reflection as she pulled open the bathroom door. She gasped as she stepped outside into the little corridor.

  There was Pete, standing in the hallway.

  “Jesus,” Julie said as the beat of her heart quickened, “you scared me.”

  “Sorry,” he said, stepping closer to her and putting a strong hand on her hip. He pulled her body against his and looked down at her. “I just wanted to see you away from the other guys.”

  His musky smell was arousing, and the feel of his strong hand on her hip more intoxicating than the drink she'd just downed a few minutes before. There was something about his confidence, too, his brashness, that quickened her breath and sent her adrenaline pumping.

  The corridor opened into the barroom in such a way that she could just see Dan at the end of the bar, but not the other frat guys on the other side. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Dan eyeballing them, grinning.

  She glanced over his way, nonchalantly as she could, looked for approval.

  Dan gave her another wink and pursed his lips in a discreet air kiss.

  She got the hint. She had such an amazing husband!

  Julie tilted her head back and smiled up at Pete. “Oh yeah? Why's that?” she asked in a voice raspy with desire.

  “This,” Pete said, and leaned down to kiss her.

  He was the first man she'd kissed since she'd met her husband. The first man who's eager lips had touched hers, who's probing tongue had entered her mouth, who's firm hand had grabbed her ass and pulled her in tight against his body.

  And she loved it!

  She groaned low and ground herself into his body as she reached up and wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck. His hard cock (and what a cock, it was!) pressed through his jeans and into her belly. She grabbed onto the front of his shirt as his hand moved around back, from her hip.

  He went down her leg at first, below the hem of her short dress, and ran his hand over the top of her thigh highs. He moved up, touching the skin of her thigh, kneaded her flesh, and slid beneath her skirt. He grabbed her ass in his big hand, squeezed her firm globe and pulled her lower body into his as he moved his mouth from her lips to her neck.

  “Oh, Pete,” Julie moaned softly as his soft lips and flashing teeth touched her skin. She could feel the juices flowing between her legs the moment the skin of his hand touched her ass.

  He wetly kissed and nipped at her flesh as he roughly massaged her naked ass. He reached up with his other hand and cupped her breast, squeezing it through the material of her dress and pushup. He pinched her nipple through the supportive textile as she moaned in delight.

  “I want to taste you,” she moaned.

  That got his attention. His breaths were fast, flustered, as he pulled away from her neck. “Where?”

  “Here, stupid,” she said and grabbed his hand. She pushed backwards into the restroom door as she dragged the big, strong, astounded frat guy inside with her. She was salivating already at the thought of his cock, at the thought of getting him out into the open air for a taste.

  “Here?” he asked, still a little surprised, as Julie pushed the door closed behind them and swung him around. She pushed him back till he was pressed against the sink and tossed her evening bag on the counter. She dropped to her knees.

  Julie didn't even bother to answer, letting her actions speak for themselves. She was grinning as she, now supporting herself a little on the balls of her feet, reached up and undid his belt buckle and unsnapped the front of his jeans.

  Pete ran a hand through her hair and moaned out what he thought was her name. “That's right, Samantha, get that cock in your mouth.”

  Julie grinned wider at his use of her fake name and unzipped his fly. She tugged at his pants a little and reached inside to retrieve his huge tool. She looked up at him and licked her lips as she wrapped her long-nailed fingers around his hard cock and drew him out into the open.

  A gasp escaped her lips as she took in its size with just her eyes. He had to be at least nine inches long, maybe longer! As she jacked her hand up and down his shaft, she realized she could barely wrap he hand around its thickest point.

  And, even better, she wasn't sure he was completely hard, yet!

  “Oh, Pete,” she said before licking the bulbous head with the tip of her tongue, “you've been holding out on me.”

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p; “Just because I wanted you back at my place?” he asked.

  “I would've been out the door in a heartbeat if I'd known you were packing this,” she replied, still stroking her hand up and down his thick meat.

  “Well, we're here now, aren't we?”

  “Oh, babe, we sure are.” And, with her eyes locked with his, she went to work. She pressed her painted lips to the tip of his hard cock and parted them around his big, purple head as she stroked up and down the base of his shaft. She moaned, thinking about how just the crown filled her mouth better than her husband's ever could, and swirled her tongue around the sensitive flesh.

  She stretched her mouth wider around Pete's cock as he stroked his hand through her hair. She ran her tongue up and down the bottom of side of his cock as she fed herself more of his hardness. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she gently ran her teeth along the bottom and top side, and coated the flesh of his cock with bright red lipstick.

  “Oh, damn, that feels good. You're a little slut, aren't you Sam?”

  She moaned at his dirty talk reached up with her hand to pull his big, heavy balls from his boxers. She pulled them out into the air, hefted them in her hand, massaged them gently, as she pulled back from his cock to give her room for a deep breath.

  She'd only gotten half-way down his length on that first try! With Dan, she'd have already had his balls resting on her chin.

  “So, how 'bout it, Sam? Are you a little slut?”

  Something about the way he was talking to her seemed to turn her on even more. It was more than just the feel of his huge cock in her hand, or how it filled her mouth. More than the eagerness she felt to see if she could get all of him inside her.

  No, it was entirely different, she realized. It was, she thought, because this guy just didn't care about her. She was a piece of married meat to him, a random hookup in a dive bar bathroom. Some place to stick his cock for the night, just a way to get off.

  Looking up at Pete, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked her hand up and down form tip to base, smearing her saliva and his pre-cum up and down the shaft. She nodded at him eagerly. “I'm whatever you want me to be.”