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Kristen and Will are enjoying their long-delayed honeymoon in Jamaica when Larry, Will's domineering BBC boss, unexpectedly joins them. When he sees Kristen sunbathing nude, he takes her multiple timeshard and unprotectedwhile Will is finally allowed to watch. But Kristen's wild sexual adventures are only beginning, and she's about to discover that women make excellent lovers, too!~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~Larry directed me to a chair. "I didn't like you walking around last time," he said. "So we're going to take care of that."Larry secured me to the chair--all except my right hand, which was tied so that I could at least reach myself. I wasn't happy being tied up but, by this point, I was having a hard time catching my breath. Larry just looked smug.We watched as Kristen walked out of the bathroom, her hair wet and her face showing a combination of fear, anticipation, and excitement. My wife, the woman I loved more than anything in the world, stood naked by another man's bed waiting for instructions. Larry's first orders were predictable enough. He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered Kristen to get on her knees and crawl to him. I watched my wife ease gracefully to the floor and start to crawl, her breasts swaying, her eyes never leaving his."Tell me what you are, Kristen," he ordered."I'm yours, Larry.""Will you do anything I tell you to do?""Yes.""Can I do anything I want to you?""Yes." My wife seemed to have lost any will of her own. She was Larry's to command."Do you care that your husband is watching you?""No.""Does it excite you to have your husband watch us?"She glanced at me quickly before fixing her gaze on Larry's eyes. "Yes, it excites me to have my husband watch me with you, Larry.""Well, what are you waiting for? You know what to do," he ordered.Kristen moved forward, and her eyes were closed as she eagerly cleaned him. Larry groaned as my wife worked on him. I did, too. At the same time, I was embarrassed by her humiliation, and by the way I physically responded to the sight of her on her knees. My wife was breaking my heart by giving herself to not just another man, but Larry.Before Kristen tried to get Larry's bulk into her mouth, she asked for permission to touch herself. Larry bought out my wife's submissive side in ways I never could. He told her to beg first."May I touch myself, sir?" she begged."You can do better than that, Kristen," he said."Please, sir, can I touch myself while I suck you?""Yes."
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By Thomas Roberts
Artwork by Moira Nelligar
Copyright © 2017 Thomas Roberts - All Rights Reserved
THIS IS AN EROTIC WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to persons living or deal is accidental and damned amazing. THIS WORK IS NOT MEANT FOR ANY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
The hotwife genre appeals to me. These are the books I like to read and these are the stories I like to tell, so thank you to the people who read my books.
Be warned, there is sex in this book, lots of it. If that offends you, please don’t read any further. But if you are looking for a fun, dirty read. This is it.
** This book was previously titled “I Bet My Wife – Paradise Found” **
We finally decided to take our long-delayed honeymoon. We could afford it, and Kristen wanted to go to Jamaica. She said she wanted to lie in the sun, see some bare-chested natives, and eat Jamaican food.
Our travel agent set us up at a resort on the north shore of the island. We had a bungalow with a private swimming pool and staff, a cook, and a butler. This was living. The bungalow was tastefully decorated and, in addition to a large master bedroom and toilet, included a smaller bedroom suitable for guests that brought children.
The butler and the cook, who doubled as the maid, lived in the back of the bungalow—out of sight but available if needed. The kitchen was the cook’s preserve, her own personal space, and if we wanted something, anything, at any time of day, all we had to do was ask. Then the butler would bring it and serve us. The butler was an older black gentleman who showed the manners and refinement of a different time. Like all cooks and butlers, they had seen it all and were not easily shocked.
The patio surrounding the private pool held two tables, one for two people and one for several, both covered by sun umbrellas. Additional lounge chairs were set in strategic positions. There was a long sandy beach just fifty yards away on the other side of our lawn, available only to resort guests. The beach was “anything goes”: sand, palm trees, tropical flowers, naked people, and sex. We had landed in paradise; no wonder so few people brought their kids.
I went the first morning to check out all the naked women worshipping the sun, then I ate the breakfast our butler served us by the pool. Kristen and I enjoyed a quick dip before we both went down to the beach.
The third day I left Kristen to sunbathe naked while I wandered back to the bungalow for some beer. I could partially see my wife out the window and I didn’t give a thought to her welfare. I could also see a lot of bare flesh (I hadn’t lost my erection since we landed). The sand was a brilliant white and a line of palm trees crossed the manicured lawn behind us, cutting off part of my view of the beach. The next time I looked, there was a man standing next to my wife. The two seemed to be having a friendly but animated discussion. I could see Kristen smile and laugh as they talked, but I couldn’t see him very well. I also saw her shift position and spread her legs apart, just enough to give him a better view.
My wife stole a quick glance at the bungalow before sliding her right hand between her legs. She was masturbating for him!
I left the house quietly, going out the front door and walking around the side next to the pool, which sat embedded in the concrete patio about eight feet above ground level. I couldn’t see the beach, but that meant they couldn’t see me either. Keeping palm trees between us so that I wouldn’t be seen, I crept through and finally saw my wife and Larry, of all people, masturbating for each other. Her pussy was red-looking and running wet while she stroked her clit. Larry’s cock was about half erect, and I could hear them talking.
“I can’t go with you without telling my husband,” Kristen said, panting.
“OK, tell him that you’re going to be with me this afternoon,” Larry ordered her. He was ordering my wife to fuck him!
“OK.” She panted harder as she agreed.
“No need,” I said, stepping out from behind my palm tree. “I’ll just come with you.”
Kristen looked at me in surprise, shock, and some embarrassment. She quickly pulled her legs together, trapping her hand between them. Larry just looked at me with his usual superior stare. Kristen’s mouth opened and closed several times before she gave up and looked at Larry for help.
“Kristen and I are going to play. Are you ready, slut?” Larry directed the last comment right at my wife.
“Sorry, Larry. You two can play, I’m okay with that, but I’m coming with you.” I wanted to leave Kristen out of the conversation. At this point, I was sure she’d go with him regardless of what I wanted.
Larry just shrugged his shoulders. “If that’s what you want, but the same rules as before. You can watch but you can’t interfere.”
“Is that what you want, Kristen?” I asked my naked wife, who was staring at Larry’s cock.
“Do you want me to use you, Kristen?” Larry asked in a monotone.
“Are you ready to see what your whore wife is capable of?” Larry asked me.
“Yes,” I said.
The three of us gathered our things and followed Larry to a bungalow very much like ours. When we were inside, Larry directed Kristen to take a shower and to get herself ready for him. He directed me to a chair and told me to take off my swim suit. “I didn’t like you walking around last time,” he said. “So we’re going to take care of that.”
Using bungee cords, Larry secured me to the chair—all except my right hand, which was tied so that I could at least reach my erection. I wasn’t happy being tied up but, by this point, I was as hard as I’d ever been and having a hard time catching my breath. Larry just looked smug.
We watched as Kristen walked out of the bathroom, her hair wet and her face showing a combination of fear, anticipation, and excitement. She glanced at me, just enough to see that I couldn’t move from the chair, before turning to smile at Larry. My wife, the woman I loved more than anything in the world, stood naked by another man’s bed waiting for instructions. Larry’s first orders were predictable enough. He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered Kristen to get on her knees and crawl to him. I watched my wife ease gracefully to the floor and start to crawl, her breasts swaying, her eyes never leaving his cock.
“Tell me what you are, Kristen,” he ordered.
“I’m your slut, Larry.”
“Will you do anything I tell you to do?”
“Can I do anything I want to you?”
“Yes.” My wife seemed to have lost any will of her own. She was Larry’s to command.
“Do you care that your husband is watching you be my whore?”
After a pause: “No.”
“Does it excite you to have your husband watch as you whore yourself?”
She glanced at me quickly before fixing her gaze on Larry’s cock. “Yes, it excites me to have my husband watch me be your slut, Larry. You know that you own my pussy.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Use your mouth and make me hard,” he ordered.
Kristen moved forward and started licking the fire hose between Larry’s legs. Her eyes were closed as she eagerly cleaned him. Starting at the top, she licked, sucked, and kissed all the way down to his balls. When his cock was dripping wet with her saliva, she sucked each of his enormous balls into her mouth.
Larry groaned as my wife worked on him. I did, too. The sight was incredible to see: my wife, the woman I’d committed my life to, was making love to another man’s balls. I wanted to touch myself but I was afraid I wouldn’t last if I started now. At the same time, I was embarrassed by her humiliation, and by the way my cock responded to the sight of her on her knees. My wife was breaking my heart by giving herself to, not just another man, but Larry.
Before Kristen tried to get the bulk of Larry’s cock into her mouth, she asked for permission to touch herself. Larry bought out my wife’s submissive side in ways I never could. He told her to beg first.
“May I touch myself, sir?” she begged.
“You can do better than that, Kristen,” he said.
“Please, sir, can I touch myself while I suck your beautiful cock?”
“Better. Still not good enough.”
“Oh please, sir. May I touch my cheating cunt while I suck your beautiful cock? Please?” She looked like she might cry from frustration.
Kristen’s lifted both hands from the floor. One went immediately between her thighs, causing her to moan as her finger touched her clit. The other wrapped partially around Larry’s penis and guided it to her mouth. She’d sucked her large rubber dildo, but still I watched in amazement as she licked and sucked the head of Larry’s cock into her mouth. My tiny wife still couldn’t take the whole thing.
One hand stroked her clitoris as her tongue worked the underside of his cock. Larry’s eyes were fixed on her, his hand running through her white-blonde hair. Kristen looked up at him as her pink tongue licked the head of his cock. Her light blue eyes held a worshipful expression that scared me, even as it sent a charge straight through my hard-on.
“Did you bring your collar, slut?” Larry asked.
“Yes,” she answered, drool running down her chin. It was my first real clue that they hadn’t just run into each other on a beach in Jamaica.
“Get it for me,” he ordered.
Kristen quickly retrieved her beach bag. She rummaged inside for a moment before pulling out the collar and lock. She handed them to Larry and turned her back, holding up her hair for him to collar her again. Her face lit up when she heard the lock snap into place. I watched as my wife stood, her breasts bobbing, and presented herself for Larry’s approval.
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