Hot Wives Gone Wild Page 4

  “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 resist 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?”

  He reached down a hand and ran it through her hair. “Why do you even need to ask? Going to warn you, though, no woman's been able to take all of it.”

  “I like a challenge,” Holly said, grinning. She went to work. Unsure of whether she could even wrap her lips around it, especially if it wasn't entirely slick and ready, she licked it at first like a lollipop. She moaned at the salty taste of his pre-cum as she ran her tongue around the giant head, covering it in her saliva.

  She wrapped a hand around the shaft and guided him to her lips. She pressed her lips to his tip and, slowly, so slowly, fed it to herself, stretching her mouth wide with his soft hardness. Swirling her tongue around the head, she engulfed more of him. She flattened her tongue, dropped it to make room, and licked the underside as she took another two inches.

  She pulled back, grinning as she looked up at him, and stroked her hand up and down his length. “Geez, it's huge!”

  “I told you, didn't I?” He stroked a hand through her hair, urging her on. “You're doing good, though.”

  She smiled and dove back onto him. He moaned loud as she took more this time, not stopping till she was gagging as his cock hit the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls one more time, then moved her hand up to the base of his shaft. She pulled back a little, giving herself room to breathe, and pushed herself down again. She gagged again around his cock, stopped, relaxed, took a deep breath and held it. Once it stopped, she went further, sliding him inch-by-inch.

  He groaned loudly, but stayed perfectly still. “You're so close, Holly. Damn you look amazing down there.”

  She pushed farther and farther. Finally, her nose nestled in his light pubic hair, just above the base of his cock.

  He reached down and gently wrapped his hand around her throat. He moaned in appreciative surprise. “Wow, you actually did it! That's the best housewarming gift ever!”

  A sense of exultation, of triumph, washed over her as she bobbed up and down on his thick, hard cock. She knew that, if she could take him in her mouth, she could fit him in her pussy. She pulled off of him, removed his cock from her mouth and fisted a hand up and down its length. She looked up at him through half-closed eyes as she leaned forward and licked up and down the base of his shaft, across his balls.

  He reached down and pulled her up by the shoulders. They kissed again as brought her up. He cleared that side of the table of all the snacks, brushing them off in a clatter of bowls and flying chips and dip. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the edge of his dining room table, their mouths still locked.

  She pulled back from the kiss, gasping. “Will you fuck me now?”

  “Not yet,” he said, then dropped to his knees. He forced her legs open and lifted her leg over his shoulder.

  She moaned as she leaned back on her elbows. His breath was hot on the inside of her thigh, steaming as it blew across her pouting lips.

  He gripped her thighs tightly and came closer with his mouth. He kissed the inside of both thighs before wetly licking up and down her slit.

  Holly threw back her head and moaned. It had been so long since she'd had a guy go down on her. It had been Sam, of course, but now he hardly ever did it.

  He lapped away at her dripping pussy, covering it in his saliva. The tip of his tongue went up to the top, flicked at her clit and circled, then went back down and pushed through her folds. He fucked her like that, with his tongue, moaning as her juices poured out over his mouth.

  She couldn't help but buck her hips into him, grinding her pussy into his eager mouth. She covered him with her excitement, and he licked up as much as he could. She felt herself getting closer as he wrapped his lips around her now exposed clit, flicked his tongue across her little nub of pleasure.

  “Oh, Thad, there you go,” she moaned, pushing herself into him, “that's the spot. Suck my clit.”

  He obliged, sucking hard as he gripped her thighs tighter.

  His fingers would leave a bruise on her thighs, but, frankly, Holly didn't care right then. She probably would in the morning, but, honestly, she didn't care about the morning, either. She had one thought on her mind, and that was getting off. And she was close, so close. She could feel it building inside of her, desperate to get out.

  “Please fuck with me your finger,” she gasped out. “Please, I'm so close.”

  Thad slid a finger into her, rubbed it across her g-spot. He slid in another, and massaged them both across the little rough patch.

  Like magic, Holly bucked under his touch, felt her release in a long wave of warmth as she ground her pussy into his expert tongue and lips. The bowls, glasses, and bottles still on the table rattled as they shook with her, as her muscles clenched and released, as she came all over Thad's tongue. “Ohhh, fuck!”

  He kept lapping and finger-fucking her. He wiggled his fingers inside of her, quickly rubbing her g-spot and setting off a cascade of orgasms inside of her.

  She'd never felt this way! Sam, at his best, could get her off once, maybe twice in one night. She was already past that point, she thought, and was now desperate for more. Telling him to stop, she pushed back his head and dragged him up from between her legs. “You have to fuck me, now.”

  He grinned and leaned into kiss her. With their mouths opened, their tongues tangled and their lips smacked wetly in the silence of the dining room.

  Holly groaned into his mouth and reached down between them, between her legs, seeking his giant cock. She wrapped her hand around it again and stroked from base to tip, still marveling at how huge it was. She pointed it at her opening and pulled him an inch or two closer, till she could rub the massive head up and down her wanton pussy lips.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered as she drenched his tool in her juices. “I know I'm a married woman, but I need to feel this thing inside me.”

  “Say pretty please,” he said.

  “Pretty please?” she begged with a whine. “With cherries on top?”

  “Guide it in.”

  She did so, gladly. She gasped as she parted her lips with his cock, already thinking of how stretched and abused it was going to look after this. Poor Sam would never feel right again, not after tonight.

  He leaned down and kissed her as he slid in more. He moved to her neck as he waited for her to adjust, then pushed in another inch.

  She raked her nails up and down his back, tearing at him, as he pushed another two inches into her greedy pussy. “I've never felt this full before,” she moaned, already feeling another orgasm building.

  “You're about feel even more full,” he said as he pushed in another inch.

  She moaned loudly as she stretched around his giant cock, and he reached parts Sam had never touched before. “How much more do you have to give?”

  “You're half-way there,” he said and pushed two more inches in. “Now, three-fourths.”

  She moaned again as he stopped, waited for her to adjust. She quivered around his cock, trembling at the way it made her body feel. “God, it's just so enormous .”

  He grinned down at her and pushed her back onto her elbows again. He grabbed hold of her hips and slowly pulled her farther down his cock, saying, “You'll need to be lying down for this last part.”

  He was right, she did have to be. She felt the tip of his cock reach its max. But, as she looked down, she realized she'd taken it all.

  Never had she ever felt like this. She came, a convulsing, thrashing orgasm, as he slowly pulled out and started to fuck her with long, slow strokes.

  He reached out, pinched her nipple, cupped her breasts as he fucked her with those long, agonizingly slow strokes. He moved his hand up, pushed two fingers into her mouth, fucking her lips with them as he stuffed her full of his hard cock. He pulled them out of her mouth and pinched one of her nipples, twisting and pulling at it as she moaned in delight.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled him closer with her locked feet. She groaned passionately as, finally, he really started to lay it on her.

  “I've gotta tell you,” he said, pushing all the way down to the base and pulling back out again, “Sam was right. You are an amazing fuck.”

  “Wait!” Holly said, her pussy contracting in surprise around his massive cock. “What?”

  He grabbed a tighter hold on her hips “Guess you didn't think your husband saw the way you were watching me last weekend? Said he wanted you to fuck a younger guy, that he couldn't give you what you needed at home. Damn, your cunt is amazing.”

  Sam gave her away for the night? So, this wasn't all her doing? Not that she really cared, it actually kind of made it a little more exciting.

  “I wasn't sure about it, whether you'd go for it,” he continued. “But, then I caught you in your car this afternoon, and you gave me the sluttiest look I've ever seen.”

  Sluttiest look ever, huh? She licked her lips, pleaded for him to fuck her harder. If her husband didn't want her, Thad could have all he could handle.

  “Not that he's tired of you or anything,” Thad said as he really started to pound into her. His balls slapped against her ass and he tweaked her nipple again. “In his own way, a way I don't really get, he really loves you.”

  She tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. “Then, you better show me just how much he loves me,” she said as she pulled his lips down to meet hers.

  He grinned and kissed her, bit her lower lip, as he started pounding away.

  The sensation of having this giant tool fucking in and out of her, stretching her to the maximum as he thoroughly used her, overwhelmed Holly. She shook and quaked as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body, causing her head to thrash back and forth.

  “Oh, God, I'm so close,” he panted through his exertion, “so fucking close.”

  “Please, pull out, I'm not on the pill or anything.”

  “Really? Sam told me he doesn't care, and you guys have been trying for a while.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “I said,” Thad replied, pounding harder into her pussy, “he wants me to get you pregnant .”