Hotwives And Cucks Of Orchard Street Ch 02

My text message chime snapped me out of the semi-conscious state right before, and curiosity brought me to see who it was, rather than ignoring it for the time being. Half expecting it to be Calvin telling how he and Shawna enjoyed the evening, I was surprised to see it was from our next-door neighbor Beth. A quick thought to her body caused a reflexive smile to come to my face.

The memory of the first time seeing her in a bikini, brought back visions of the tight bodied brunette that stands right around 5'8" and maybe 135 pounds worth of curves in all the right places. And from the looks of things, her breasts weren't always that size...either that or gravity hadn't quite found a way to affect them yet.

Swiping the screen, I see a bit of a playful jab, cloaking a somewhat serious question.

"Hey neighbor, when are we getting an invite to one of your pool parties? What's a girl gotta do?"

An involuntary laugh escapes me before sending her a response.

"Party? That was just a little get together. I don't think you'd fit in with that group anyway."

The text conversation kept going for maybe 20 minutes, before she said announced that she wanted to soak up some sun by the pool. And who would I be to deprive her of that? So of course I agreed.

At a few minutes after two, Beth sent another text just to make sure it was still ok for her to come over, getting a quick 'Yep, come on in. I'm on the deck' response out of me.

Within a minute, the sliding door off the kitchen opened and the beautiful Beth sauntered out to join me. Her outfit did its best not to betray what she was hiding beneath, as the loose t-shirt and gym shorts toned down her augmented breasts and well toned behind. Even if we hadn't talked a bit about her gym routine, I would still be able to tell that she worked pretty hard to keep herself in the kind of shape she's in.

"Hey neighbor!"

Her voice causing me to turn to look and see the female half of the next-door neighbor couple making her way across the deck, to the lounger nearest mine. Some of the remnants of last night's party still litter her path. But she doesn't seem to mind walking around the pool raft and smaller floating tubes that were piled there from the night before.

"I'm surprised you aren't looking worse for wear. I think there were people still out here at 2 am this morning..." flashing an inquisitive grin my way, making me wonder just how much she knew about what goes on here.

"Oh I was in bed by midnight. I left the young bucks out here to keep it going."

Accompanied by a sly grin flashed back at my guest.

"Well there were a few 'young bucks' then Mr. It wasn't too loud or anything...just noticeable" the mid 30's suburban wife kept talking as she shed her t-shirt and gym shorts, leaving only a bikini between myself and seeing just what she had to offer. It wasn't the most 'inviting' number, having large triangles covering her breasts almost completely, and the high waisted variety of bottoms. But Beth in anything less than her daily attire would get most guys' motors running.

As she laid down on the next lounger over, Beth leaned over to grab a bottled drink from her bag, giving me a good look at her as she turned away. Once she retrieved that, she laid back fully, to allow the sun to do its work on her body. All the while I kept stealing short glances while we made light conversation.

After a half hour, the conversation turned to last night's get together.

"So what was last night, a work party? Don't think I didn't notice."

Wondering just how much she knew, I feigned not knowing what she was talking about, all the while wondering just how much she knew. Had she been watching from a window somewhere?

I shot her my best 'who, me' look, in response to her question.

"The couples, silly. I figured it had to be a work party, with all the couples that were here. So yeah...where was our invite Mr?"

Knowing she was only half joking, I figured I probably should try to ease into this subject.

"Well, it wasn't a work party" giving my best sheepish grin as I embarked in the explanation "Actually it was a 'lifestyle' party. Those couples are into a certain type of...fun."

Letting the news sink in to my next door neighbor, I saw her expression change from mock anger to genuine intrigue.

"So you're telling me that they're all swingers, and you're just over here having orgies by the pool?"

The sarcastic tone matched the look on her face, as she processed what I had just told her.

"Well actually, we're a bit more 'private' than that. That's what bedrooms are for. And one on one is better anyway" Giving her a quick wink in the process.

"Wait....one on one? With all couples?" Knowing that she tipped her hand and just told me she was intently watching the driveway last night, Beth gave me a bit of a quizzical look.

Pausing for greater effect "There were a couple singles here last night. But they were here with Walt, I think. Either way, that wasn't what I was after last night."

Knowing that I had her interest peaked, I decided to let her lead the way with her questions.

Not one to let me down, Beth immediately responded

"And that is???"

With a big grin, I responded the best way that I could

"One of those married women was here specifically for me."

The look of shock on her face was priceless. It took her a full 5 seconds for her to close her mouth, which had fallen open out of shock.

"No. Nope. No. That just...no. No guy is going to bring his wife over to your house, just so you two can have sex." The look of shock gone, now replaced by one showing confidence in her answer, before melting away to a more gossipy, secretive look "Right? You're not serious...are you?"

I simply nodded my head yes.

"Ok, I think we all have the internet here. But that's just fantasies from dirty old men, isn't it? That stuff about sharing wives and all that...it's not real is it?"

I continued nodding my head yes, this time adding a cockeyed grin to it.

"It's pretty real. Very select niche market, but it's out there."

Her look goes almost conspiratorial "No shit! You're not lying to me now, are you? I feel like you're bullshitting me!"

My nod moves from side to side "I wouldn't lie to you about something like this. You've kinda stumbled onto a little secret here."

The look of shock returns to her face for a second, before she decides she needs more info

"So what kind of guy brings his wife to another guy's house, just so she can get laid? I mean, is he getting laid too, or how does that work? And why you?.....sorry, not that you're not good looking" her cheeks start blushing as she tries explaining away her 'why you' comment.

Letting her dangle and blush a bit as she talks her way back out of her comment, I finally put my hand up and tell her it's fine. I know what she meant.

"First part...the kind of guy that would bring his wife here is a very 'supportive' kind of guy. There's a term for them actually: cuckold. To the rest of it: no, the cuckolds don't get laid too...at least not here. Kind of a standing rule here that cucks only help out. No sex for them. And as for the why me....well, why not? I kind of stumbled onto this lifestyle a few years back while out at some bars geared toward a slightly older crowd, and I found out that I really enjoy married women. There's just something about them; the glow, the thrill that she's married, the idea that she'll likely be doing more with me than her husband gets. It's a whole range of reasons."

Letting that sink in for a few seconds, Beth broke out in a smile

"You're bullshitting me! I can tell!"

Keeping a straight face, I reach for my phone, which has been sitting on a table on the other side of my lounger. Pulling it up, I swipe to unlock the screen and pull up the contact info for Shawna.

"Here. Give her a call. But do try to be nice, and explain why you're calling. It's not that she's territorial. But I don't want her thinking I have a wife checking up on me."

Motioning with my phone toward her. "Oh, and make sure to ask her what Calvin was doing last night...just to help clarify."

"Uh huh...we'll see" grabbing at my phone, thinking she was calling my bluff, and I would quickly pull it away. I stunned her by letting her have it, and not making a peep as she hit the button to dial Shawna's cell.

Hearing Shawna pick up on the 3rd ring, as Beth had it on speakerphone "Hey babe! Surprised to hear from you so soon."

This caught Beth off guard, causing her to go silent for a few seconds, allowing me to jump in.

"Hey hot stuff! Someone wants to talk to you...she thinks I'm bullshitting her about last night's party."

Watching Beth gather herself and clear her throat

"Umm so what kind of party did Dave...or the guys...whoever...have going on here last night?"

Hearing the ever confident voice on the other end of the line

"Oh hunny, it was just a regular pool party. Nothing too wild. Just a few wives....a few cucks, and of course, Dave and the guys."

The conspiratorial look returned to Beth's face as she moved closer to the phone

"So what exactly, is a cuckold? And was there any...you know...sex involved last night?"

Shawna got a quick laugh at the questions, before answering. It was easy to imagine the face she was making as she got ready to answer her inquisitor. Knowing her well enough to just imagine the quick roll of the eyes.

"Dave's loving this, isn't he???" Briefly pausing before continuing on "Well a cuckold is a guy that likes it when his wife fucks other men. And of course sex was involved. That's the only reason us gals were at the party!"

Hearing the cute laugh of my favorite hotwife, I knew something was coming my way.

"Dave's a nice guy and all. But I'm not there just for the personality."

I could almost imagine her winking through the phone, so I chimed in.

"Hey Shawna, what did Calvin think of last night's party?"

Shawna's enthusiastic answer was better than I could have hoped for.

"Babe, I couldn't keep his tongue out of my pussy! As soon as I got undressed, he didn't even let me get in the shower first...Just straight on the bed and mouth full of pussy. He did such a good job that I kinda had to unlock him and let him have me too. Hopefully you're not mad."

Hearing the sarcasm in her voice at the last part of her explanation

"Nahhh it's ok. He saw and did enough to earn it, don't you think?"

This got a laugh out of Shawna as Beth looked on almost in disbelief.

"He cleaned his own creampie too....so that made it worth it to unlock him."

Seeing that Beth was still trying to process the info given to her, I told Shawna that we'd have to let her go for now.

Her response was classic, in the best way.

"I'll see you soon babe. And Beth, you won't know what you're missing, unless you try it out, sister. Muah!"

And with that, the phone call ended, and Beth sheepishly handed my phone back to me. My grin stayed in place as she searched for a way to ask the next question on her mind. Finally, propped up on her left elbow, involuntarily pushing her breasts closer together, Beth worked up the courage to ask me another question.

"Sooo what did she mean by.....unlocking him? What was that? And...the creampie thing...I'm lost."

Taking both answers in order, I tried to give the best answers I could for her.

"So her husband, Calvin, came over wearing what they call a chastity cage. It keeps the penis soft, so there's no chance of him to get hard...therefore making it so he can't have sex." Giving a quick wave of my hand "And I know the next question. It's basically a tube that fits over him when he's soft, and it has a ring that goes around the balls and keeps everything in place. No escape, and no getting hard with it on."

Moving my hand to her side, testing the waters a bit to see where she was at mentally.

"And the creampie part...some men really crave a little bit of humiliation. Or a lot...yeah, some need a lot. And some cuckolds have to do a little licking after their wife gets done fucking. In this case, I came inside her, and Calvin ate her pussy after... with my cum still in her."

Watching Beth soak that information I saw her expression change from doubt to completely interested in learning more.

"There are husbands that do that? That....eat cum...out of their wife!?"

A slight nod of my head yes, before breaking in slowly

"There are. They're few and very far between. But like I said, it's a niche market, and they're out there."

While we were talking, my hand had been moving over her stomach, tracing lines in the firm space between her bikini top and bottom. As I was answering her question, my hand moved over the triangle of her bikini bottom, before rubbing the tops of her legs.

"And she seemed OK with the fact that I'm here with you too?" no doubt wondering what kind of woman is ok with sharing, presumably the night after having a romp of her own with me.

"Oh she knows the deal. She's married...so she kinda gets that it would be a little bit hypocritical for her to be mad at me for having another guest. She just asks that I don't go too crazy, and save plenty for her."

Watching Beth's chest rise and fall harder tells me that I have her intrigued, at the very least, and outright excited is the more likely possibility. Taking the opportunity to continue rubbing the tops of her thighs, I brush my hand over the top of her mound, pausing to gently massage it, before moving my fingers further down to put pressure over her most sensitive spot.

Her body took over for her, as her breathing became more labored, responding to my touch.

"Soo what...what have I been missing?"

Her eyes closing for a brief moment as she breathed out her question. I watch intently as she opens her eyes to see me looking directly at her

"I want you to find that out."

My voice barely a whisper as my hand slides up over her mound, just above the waistband of her bikini. Knowing what I was planning, her hand takes hold of mine in a half hearted attempt to keep it from diving under her suit.

"I can't.....I'm marri....my husband"

Her protests fall away as my hand makes its way into her suit, feeling the soft hair on top of her mound, before sliding further down to make contact with her pleasure button. I surround it with two fingertips, while pushing against her inner thighs with my pinky and pointer. She responds instinctively, parting her legs to give me access.

Her voice barely above a whisper "I shouldn't....You know I'm married..."

My fingers slide down along her slit, parting her lips as they go, until two fingertips push inside. Feeling her velvety walls part to engulf me, her protests die away as her hips push up to get more.

"I know you are. That's what makes you soooo much sexier to me."

Curling my fingers to match her body as I drive them inside her already soaked entrance, I feel her walls contracting and relaxing in time with her breathing. I feel each of her breaths in the most intimate way possible as my fingers explore inside her body.

Her eyes close as she enjoys the feeling of my fingers exploring to their deepest inside her, pushing the bottom portion of her bikini obscenely away from her body, granting me access. Leaning closer over her, I push myself close to her ear.

"We need to go inside. Now."

Beth simply nods her head yes, her eyes still closed tight, enjoying what I was doing with my fingers. I kept my fingers buried inside her tight grip, working slowly in and out. Her breathing matched the contracting and relaxing feeling around my digits as I whispered some of the things I wanted to do with her.

"I want to fuck you so bad. I can't wait to slide my cock inside you...and not stop until I'm buried all the way inside you. I want to feel you clamp down and shake on my cock while you orgasm."

Watching Beth alternate between nodding yes, and holding still with her mouth hanging slightly open from the pleasure...knowing I have her, I finally tell her

"Inside. Now." The only words necessary before I withdraw my fingers and take her hand in one motion.

I almost bounce to my feet, leading Beth off her lounger in the process. I let her trail behind me as we make our way into the house, and down the hallway to my bedroom, leading the way both literally and symbolically.

Once in my room, I pull Beth in front of me, facing me so she's facing away from my bed. Making short work of her bikini top, it simply unhooks in the back the same as a bra. In no time, her magnificent breasts are out, looking as amazing as I could have ever wanted them to. It's obvious now that they're enhanced, but that makes no difference to me. I would have enjoyed them real or 'fake'.

Our lips meet as I feel her tongue reach for mine, making me wonder just how long she's gone without.

Our bodies press together as my hands go for her perfectly formed butt, diving inside her bikini bottom to do so. Grabbing tightly ahold of each cheek, the bottom of her suit bunches down below her waist. Feeling that they're in the way anyway, Beth reaches down, pushing down at the sides until they're completely free of her mound, stretched between her legs, just inches below her most intimate spots.

Taking the opportunity, I walk her backward the 3 steps to the edge of my bed. My hands move up her body to her back, before grabbing her by the sides and lowering her down in front of me. Viewing my 'prize' in front of me, her panties clinging to her legs about halfway between her mound and her knees, before she pulls her legs up close to her chest and rids herself of her panties.

Beth seductively kicks her panties off her right foot before letting her legs spread instinctively before me. Looking down, I notice the small patch of fur atop her mound, but also that her lips are bald...showing that she keeps herself smooth there, just how I like it.

As she was losing her panties, I took my time untying my shorts, before letting them fall free, exposing my semi-hard cock, almost to its full length already. As I step out of my shorts, I make my way onto the bed between her outstretched legs, noting the look on her face when she gets her first look at what she'll be enjoying. The look on her face is pure lust as I kneel between her legs, my cock hardening further against her, before I lean back, allowing it to lay on top of her mound.

My hands go to the backs of her knees, pushing them back and wide open, exposing her fully. As I push her legs back, I feel her slit rub against my shaft, tickling it at first, then spreading her juices along the underside in the process.

Deciding that I'm going to make her prove she wants me, I slowly thrust my hips back and forth, sliding the length of my shaft over her pleasure button in the process.

"Tell me what you want, baby. I'll only give it to you when you tell me."

My voice low and strong as I make her start her transformation into a hotwife.

Her answer comes labored and low

"I want you inside me."

Knowing I have her now, I tease her...just to make her want what's coming that much more.

"What do you want inside you?"

The answer comes back almost in a pant "Your cock, I need it"

One hand releases her leg and guides the fleshy head up and down her slit, teasing her further until she starts pushing her hips up, trying to coax me to enter.

"How bad do you need it? Tell me how much you want FUCKED."

Emphasizing the word fucked when ask her, guessing that her husband doesn't use that word during sex that often with her anymore. My guess is that their sex is soft and slow, and more 'love making' than anything else. This is one of the main reasons that hotwives love men like myself, after all. We give them the lust filled session they need, and well and truly fuck them. There's no love involved. Just animal lust, and harder and deeper thrusting than their husbands ever provide.