Honeymoon Hazards (14 page)

“Oh God,” she and I both moaned simultaneously.

In the bedroom, Claire had swung off Dale’s face and settled down on his cock. She rode him slowly, even as I fucked his wife. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them more aggressively as I progressively increased the speed and power of my thrusts.

Janelle was moaning loudly, so loudly that only Claire’s equally loud moans drowned it out. Then suddenly Dale shuddered, coming again inside my wife.

Janelle sighed in frustration for Claire, for herself. I chuckled. “Don’t worry, that’ll get better.”

She looked back at me as I continued to churn inside her.

“Until it does,” I added, “make sure you get yours first.”

She laughed, a delightful, deep, throaty laugh. I had the feeling that I could spend a month with her and not even explore a tenth of her sexuality.

Claire had rolled off Dale and then, suddenly, I realized they were looking at us. Dale’s eyes went wide. I saw panic, then anger, then… Claire was stroking his slimy cock… then acceptance.

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

I withdrew my cock from Janelle’s slippery channel and we stepped into the room hand-in-hand. I could see Dale thinking he needed to protest, but he’d already come twice. He didn’t have a lot of fight left. And anyway, it was obvious he was very much enjoying my wife’s hand on his wet prick.

Once inside, I stripped Janelle naked. God, she was amazing. I reflected ruefully on the fact that she’d have trouble keeping her body in shape. A couple of kids, a few years, and well, she’d be envying my own wife’s svelte figure, but for now she was just a luscious, sensuous goddess.

I pressed her back onto the bed so that she was lying right beside her husband. She spread her legs for me and I accepted the invitation and buried myself inside her. I fucked her hard and then harder.

Claire was teasing Dale, all the while stroking his cock. “Your wife likes a good dicking. Maybe you’ll eat that sweet pussy a little more often.”

Dale was lost in submissive mode. “Yes, ma’am,” he sighed.

His cock was stiffening, though, as was his backbone. After a few minutes, he stopped agreeing with Claire. Instead, he rolled her over onto her back and climbed between her widely spread legs.

We were side-by-side on the bed, Dale fucking my wife, me fucking his. I rammed Janelle harder. He followed suit with Claire. Claire looked up at me, her eyes wicked and playful. She reached over and yanked Janelle’s head closer and then the girls kissed, deep, wet, sloppy kisses in time with the fucking they were both taking.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. As amazing as it was being inside Janelle, seeing her and my wife kissing was mind-blowing. Even more stunning was that Claire had initiated it, and that she clearly liked it.

I had no intention of letting Dale win, but Claire loaded the dice. As I looked over, she slid a finger between his clenching butt cheeks. As she pressed her finger into his ass, he looked up helplessly and growled as he dropped a third load into my wife.

I thrust harder. Janelle’s legs rose into the air as she opened herself wider for me. I plunged into her over and over, my balls slapping at her asshole. She gasped and grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper into her. Claire looked up at me, a lewd look in her eyes as she licked a drop of sweat from Janelle’s cheek.

I gasped and came hard, coming what felt like a gallon of jism into her cunt. I felt weak, completely spent. I rolled over onto my back. We lay there for a moment, the four of us, all on our backs, the women in the middle, the men flanking them.

Claire and I peeked at each other. She seemed to be contemplating something. I wondered, hoped… She seemed to read my mind. She gave me a saucy smile. Then Claire turned toward Janelle.

“Hey doll,” my wife began, “seems like you have something of mine.”

Janelle took a second to respond. “You have something of mine.”

“Why don’t you come and get it,” Claire taunted.

Janelle smiled lewdly and I watched surprised as she rose, spun around and mounted my wife. I looked over at Dale. He was in shock as his sweet, little, innocent wife lowered her come filled pussy onto my wife’s mouth even as she buried her own face in Claire’s gooey twat. I couldn’t see what was going on at that end, but Claire’s moans and the loud, lapping sounds made it clear that Janelle was aggressively sucking my wife’s pussy. At the other end, gravity was working its inexorable effects as my come dripped from Janelle’s cunt into my wife’s eager mouth.

Dale might have had a decade on me, but I still responded faster. I didn’t even realize how hard I was until I looked down to see my fist pumping up and down my rigid shaft. I rose up and positioned myself above my wife’s face, behind Janelle’s ass. I hammered into her, deep and hard. She threw her head back and I used the opportunity to grab a thick handful of her hair. I felt Claire’ tongue tickling my balls, her hands on my ass urging me on.

I was no longer John, faithful husband, or John, disgruntled cuckold, or John, frustrated voyeur, or even John, mentor to Dale and Janelle. No, I was a fucking God, banging the shit out of one gorgeous slut while another one licked my scrotum. I looked over at Dale, who was gazing at me in respect, admiring my divinity as I pounded his wife. I looked down at my cock spearing that sweet, little cunt, delighted in the sight of Janelle’s rosebud puckering with each thrust.

Then suddenly I came, so hard it left me lightheaded and giggling. I fell forward, flattening Janelle onto Claire, until my wife, laughing, cried out, “get off me, you idiots.”

We disentangled slowly. Claire and I ended up on one side of the bed, Janelle and Dale on the other. They looked back at us, shell-shocked. I looked over at my wife, who was barely able to suppress her giggles.

“Maybe we should get out of here,” she suggested.

I nodded. We dressed a bit awkwardly, then turned to face our hosts. Claire gave Janelle a big hug and whispered something in her ear. Janelle nodded in agreement. I followed and gave her a passionate kiss, cupping her breast as I did, my eyes on Dale the whole time. Then I approached him, seizing his hand in mine.

“Treat her right, or some asshole is going to take her right from under you,” I warned.

There was anger in his eyes. He glared at his wife. I squeezed his hand until he returned his gaze to me.

“Someone is going to make her come. It doesn’t have to be you alone, but it does have to be you to make it work. And you can do it. You made my wife very happy.”

He looked over at Claire who gave him a saucy smile. So it wasn’t exactly the truth, but it was close enough. He just needed to try a little harder.

When we got back to the room, we were too tired to fool around. Instead, we just snuggled together.

“You realize this is our last night?” Claire asked.

I hadn’t actually. I’d lost track of the days.

“That sucks. Back to the grind.”

“Back to not having sex with other people.”

“I can live with that,” I replied. “Can you?”

She hesitated a half-beat too long, and then said, “Of course, what happens in Hawaii stays in Hawaii.”

Except when it doesn’t.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I have been writing erotica for many years. I began publishing my work online at Literotica.com under the username Misterstan back in 2011. Those stories are a mixed-bag. Some were written more than twenty years ago and are, frankly, immature in both conception and execution. Still some of those stories are pretty entertaining.

Reader feedback is what keeps me going. Please feel free to contact me at [email protected] or visit my blog at benboswell.blogspot.com. You can follow me on Twitter @BenBoswellAut.

I have written two other pieces longer-form fictions.

Two Sides of Terri

Bill has just about the perfect life. Good paying job. Lovely home. Perfect children. And most of all, he has his wife Terri--smart, funny, great with the kids. Thing is, she’s a good girl trapped in a bad girl’s body. Blonde, busty, and devastatingly beautiful, she makes him want to do dirty things--things you don’t admit to wanting from the girl-next-door.

Or so he thought.

It starts with a revelation about Chucky, a past boyfriend, and everything he thought he knew about his sweet wife unravels. He becomes obsessed with learning more about this other side of Terri--and everything he learns points back to Chucky, a man she couldn’t say no to. Does he dare invite her past back into their present? And if he did, would she now be able to say no?

Available at Amazon:
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Whatever it Takes

Daniel and Kris are as white bread as they come. Together since junior high, they have two kids, a house in the suburbs, and no excitements in their lives. Things change when Kris’ little sister Jessi moves in. Jessi is everything Kris isn’t, reckless, promiscuous, and mixed up with very bad people. As their two orbits intersect, Daniel and Kris get dragged into Jessi’s world of drug dealers, strip clubs, and prostitution. Can they survive the dangers? And even if they do, will their marriage?

Fueled by their love for each other, and drawing on a strength and resourcefulness they never realized they had, Daniel and Kris are desperate to recover their old lives. To do so, they will do whatever it takes!

Available at Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Whatever-It-Takes-Ben-Boswell-ebook/dp/B00KABTO42

The Surrogate Master (COMING SOON!)

Would you trust a stranger you met online to repair your marriage? Would you be comfortable with him knowing your wife’s most intimate secrets? Would you be willing to let him come into your home, your bedroom?

When his wife Rachel returns to work after being a stay-at-home mom for five years, Max knows they will have to make some adjustments. What he hasn’t counted on is Jack, Rachel’s new boss. Handsome, aggressive, and domineering, Jack awakens some long dormant desires within Rachel.

As Max watches, helpless, the transformation in his wife, he has to deal with his own insecurities and fears. As their marriage faces its ultimate challenge, both Rachel and Max have to confront their pasts, their fears, and their fantasies… but they aren’t alone.

They meet a stranger online, a man who has an uncanny ability to see both Max and Rachel for who they really are. Tommy offers to help. But what is his game? Is he just an unconventional marriage therapist? Or does he represent an even greater danger than Jack?

For more information on
The Surrogate Master
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