Dedicated to John and his hotwife Pam, and to Penny, a full-figured hotwife whose innermost slutty thoughts were inspirational to this tale. This is a fluffy stroke tale, heavy on sex and light on plot, that's a light intermezzo between the tomes I'm writing about Max Pemberton and the assorted romance stories that have captured my imagination (look out for "Echoes from the Past" if I can ever finish it!).
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Four
Penny was in some ways the average suburban wife, living in Winnetka, a wealthy suburb of Chicago. Her husband worked for a nationally known insurance company with its headquarters near the Loop. She was of Greek descent, a part of the third largest concentration of Greeks outside of the mother country. She grew up in Chicago's South Side, and was a lifelong Chicagolander having attended Notre Dame University to obtain her business degree, and meeting her husband there. She had two children, both grown and away at college. She belonged to the local gardening club and volunteered at the county animal shelter. She had two rescue corgis, and loved them to death. She was married to Robert "Bob" Callahan, a good ole boy from the South who met Penny at a fraternity party.
Penny was always a big girl with large breasts, with her tits practically spilling out of a "G" cup bra. Her rounded face and cherubic cheeks made her look ten years younger than she really was. Penny's long, curly dark hair had a pleasing sheen to it, and complimented her lovely olive complexion.
Penny found out at an early age that she loved sex (no,
really
loved sex) and upon entering college waded into a pool of good looking, single, horny and eager guys. She fucked her way through her freshman year, finding Bob during one of her more adventuresome gangbangs at Bob's business school fraternity, which was affectionately known as Phi Jamma Bamma because of the number of orgies held in their "playroom" (a converted large bedroom) on Saturday nights.
Bob met Penny during one of those orgies. Bob came into the orgy room to see someone new on her hands and knees being fucked from behind by one guy, who was tugging on her long, dark hair, while she was blowing another fraternity brother kneeling in front of her. It was love at first sight for Bob, watching Penny's big rounded tits flop back and forth as she was being fucked hard. He got in line behind three other fraternity brothers for sloppy seconds (it was sloppy fifths, but who's counting?), and feeling his hardened cock in her freshly used cunt was nirvana for him, knowing that not but a minute before someone else had left his creamy ejaculate in her already cum matted pussy. He pulled her hair as he fucked her, his pistoning cock creating a foamy white froth smeared over her plump pussy lips.
"Fuck me," Penny screamed, not knowing or caring about the name of the man who was fucking her. She hadn't even seen his face and didn't need to. He was only a hard cock to her, nothing more.
Bob pushed all the way in, until his flat belly was pressed against the fleshy cheeks of her rounded ass and the tip of his cock against her cervix. He wanted nothing more than to possess every muscle and fiber of this sex goddess.
"Yessss," Penny hissed, as Bob pulled hard on her hair, raising her head so her eyes were focused on the bedroom ceiling. Bob let go of her hair and used both of his hands to caress her soft, heavy tits as he ascended to his orgasm.
"Ohh... cumming," said Bob, slamming his hips against her ass. He closed his eyes as his cock pulsed inside her cum filled pussy. It was a feeling beyond description and beyond anything he had felt before.
Penny rolled over and grasped Bob's spent dick in her hand. She licked the cum off the head of his cock and then plunged her head down its full length until his pubic hairs were pressed against her face.
"Oh God," he groaned as Penny deep throated his cum coated cock, coaxing the last few drops out of the tip.
"Ummm," purred Penny, as she licked her lips like a cat drinking a bowl of cream.
"Marry me," said Bob.
This was the kind of man that Penny would marry. He took his pleasure after she had with another man -- or men. He loved to watch her get the fucking shit fucked out of her. That kind of control over another man's pleasure was irresistible to a woman of Penny's sex dominant personality. But before a reply, there were priorities.
She rolled on her back and spread and lifted her knees, showing him her well-used, frothy cunt.
"Lick my pussy you worm."
Thus began Penny's life as a hotwife.
* * *
Bob felt his marriage to Penny was picture perfect. He could watch his voluptuous wife satiate her oversized appetite for sex with other men, and he could fuck her sperm filled pussy and enjoy a cum cocktail after words. He fulfilled all his cuckold fantasies with his hotwife. To Bob, as a couple, he and Penny were completely and fully sexually liberated.
But unbeknownst to Bob, Penny had even darker thoughts, about other women, and even her sister Angelina. Given Penny's promiscuity with other men, she was surprisingly too shy to voice her desire to Bob to have sex with other women, and deathly afraid to utter a word about her occasional masturbation fantasies about having sex with her younger sister.
Penny life went off kilter in the most innocuous way, when looking for a hook-up was the last thing on her mind. Angie (who was in her late 30's) had just had her second child. Her first, Josephine, who just turned three, was a girl who was a handful, much too much for her sister Angie, and even more so with the arrival of baby Genevieve. Since Penny wasn't working, she willingly agreed to drive Josie to the Greentree Academy, a Montessori school, on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, to take part of the load off Angie. The forty-five minute drive became a routine for her, once in the morning and then again after lunchtime. Angie and Penny agreed that Josie was best suited for Greentree, whose instructor Sheri Fujimori, was becoming legendary in Chicagoland for effectively dealing with precocious children.
Penny's routine was set on those days. Pick up Josie at 8:00 a.m. for her 9:00 a.m. class. Volunteer at the animal shelter until noon, then back to Greentree to pick up Josie at 1:00 p.m.
Occasionally, Penny would stay at Greentree as a parent volunteer assistant. She was able to meet the younger moms that way, and it was during one of her volunteer sessions that she met Pam Pryzinski. Pam was tall brunette, more on the slender side, in her late 30's. Penny and Pam instantly bonded, and on several occasions had play dates between Josie and Pam's son Adam at Pam's house. Penny soon realized she was sexually attracted to Pam, but suppressed the notion given they were both married and that Pam was obviously heterosexual.
* * *
One day in the winter Penny was on the I-94, driving to Greentree to pick up Josie; instead she picked up a nail that flattened her rear left tire. There was a heavy snow falling that day, and Penny cursed the heavens that she should suffer this kind of misfortune on such a shitty day. Thankfully, she was able to maneuver her car to the shoulder without incident. Of course, driving a Tesla, she realized she had no spare tire and would have to wait for their mobile flat service to arrive to get her back on the road. She cursed again, this time for Bob's decision to buy a fucking electric car with no spare tire. After calling the service, and being told it would be an hour before the service van would arrive (and then silently swearing at Bob again), she immediately called Greentree to tell them that she was delayed. Fortunately, Sheri Fujimori answered her mobile on the first ring.
"Thank God I caught you," said Penny, completely relieved. "This is Penny Callahan, Josie's aunt."
"Oh yes, Mrs. Callahan. You're lucky. We've got an art teacher with the students and I'm on a fifteen minute break. How can I help you?"
"I just got a flat. I'm on the I-94." Shari could hear the roar of the traffic in the background. "I'm going to be delayed at least an hour, possibly more, so I won't be able to pick up Josie on time."
"Is there someone else who can come in your place?"
"Let me make a few phone calls. I'll call or text you as soon as I know."
"I'll be waiting. Don't worry. We'll work something out."
"I'm grateful. Thank you."
"No worries Penny."
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