Shaken in her Boots, The Complete Series (Volumes 1-3): A Hotwife Adventure Read online

  “Well, I was dancing with Lance and I was looking at you, when all of a sudden I bumped into it! I… I didn’t mean to dance that close to him. I didn’t even realize I had done that to him. I certainly didn’t mean to, honest!” She rambled. “Oh God! You hate me now, don’t you? I’m so sorry, Bill! I didn’t mean to!”

  And then the tears came, rolling down her cheeks in giant, crystalline droplets. Standing up, I pressed her to me, kissing her cheeks as I stroked her hair.

  “No, Baby! I don’t hate you! I could never hate you! I love you! You’re my everything!”

  Wiping the tears from her eyes, I kissed her again.

  “It’s all right, Lizzie. I swear. But I still don’t understand. What do you mean you ‘bumped into it’?”

  “Well… I bumped into it. His… his thingy. You know.”

  “You mean his penis? Good grief, Sweetie, as many men as you have danced with, this surely isn’t the first time this has happened to you!” I said, laughing.

  “But… But you don’t understand. He was hard, so hard!” She protested, displeased that I wasn’t taking this as seriously as she thought I should.

  “Well, I should think so! After all, he was dancing with the hottest woman in the tri-state area,” I teased her. “So you gave him a boner. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

  “That’s just it, Mr. Smarty-Pants!” she exclaimed, now getting aggravated at me. “It was a very big deal! Huge!”

  “You mean…?”

  “Let’s just say Lance is the perfect name for him! Because that’s what it felt like!” Finished, she stood with her arms crossed, glaring defiantly at me.

  I stood staring at her, my mouth open, as I thought about what she was telling me. A minute ago, I thought the whole situation was funny, but this somehow changed things. I was no longer dealing with a laughable case of girlish prudishness. She had been shocked to feel his manhood, but rather by the sheer size of his manhood. I felt intimidated and jealous, but also strangely excited.

  “And that’s why you ran away?” I asked softly. “Because of how big he was?”

  “Yeah. I mean, I guess that’s why,” she whispered, suddenly shy again. “It’s just that…”

  “Go on, Lizzie. Tell me, Baby,” I murmured, stroking her ear with the back of my hand. “Why did you need to get away from him?”

  “It’s just that…umm, well… I sorta… liked it,” she breathed, looking at her boots. “For just a second, I leaned into him and felt him against me, and I liked it…”

  “Why, Elizabeth? What did you like about it?” I asked breathlessly.

  “I liked that I had done that to him. I liked that he was hard and that he was big. And that he wanted me,” she answered, then suddenly realized what she had said. “Oh God! I’m so sorry, Bill!”

  “It’s okay, Baby, I understand,” I reassured her, pulling her to me in a tight embrace.

  Suddenly, her eyes flashed open and she bit her lip to keep from smiling. “Bill,” she asked softly, raising an eyebrow, “why do you have a woody?!”

  Surprised, I looked down and quickly took a step backwards, instinctively covering my crotch with my hands. I hadn’t even realized, but she was right. I was hard. It was absurd. Here I was consoling my wife, listening to her talk about another man’s cock, and I had an erection!! I was instantly embarrassed. “Umm, I don’t… I mean…” I stammered. “Honestly, Lizzie, I have no idea! I’m sorry, Baby, I…”

  With the cutest grin, she took a quick step forward, knocking my hands away as she grabbed me by the belt buckle. She began to grind her pelvis forcibly into mine and kissed me passionately. She came up on her tiptoes and placed her lips to my ear as her little hands worked to open my belt. “I think I can guess,” she breathed sultrily. “You like the thought of me making another guy hard, you naughty man!”

  And with that, she dropped to her knees in front of me, taking my jeans and underwear with her. My 6 inch cock sprang free, slapping wetly against my stomach, as hard as an iron bar in front of her. With an audible moan, she immediately engulfed me with her scalding-hot mouth. Her hands grasped my heavy balls, her nails playing seductively across my scrotum, causing a shiver of excitement to shoot up my spine. I groaned as her tongue teased the underside of my shaft, descending rapidly downwards to flick at my aching balls as she took my entire length. Then suddenly, she withdrew from me and nibbled her way back up to the tip, swabbing the head and playfully lashing the hole in the end with her hot little tongue, capturing the pre-cum that now flowed from me. I couldn’t believe this was happening!

  Elizabeth had never really been a fan of fellatio. It wasn’t that she never blew me, but it wasn’t something she had ever really been passionate about. But tonight, something was different. In five years of marriage she had never serviced me like this. It was incredible. She was like a woman possessed. Sucking and tugging at me with an urgency that made my head spin, she cupped and kneaded my bloated testicles as she pleasured my throbbing member. My dick was so hard it hurt.

  And then suddenly, an image flashed through my head of my wife doing this to Lance. Oh my God! My beautiful Lizzie on her knees in front of his chiseled form, worshipping his oversized member. A pang of jealousy shot through me, causing my heart to beat faster. She was mine! No way did I want that arrogant bastard touching her! But at the same time, a familiar tingle began to work its way through my swollen balls, and I realized there was something about the thought that excited me. I gritted my teeth, trying to force these obscene thoughts from my mind, and concentrated on my wife’s lips around my cock. My cock! Not Lance’s! I reminded myself that I was no longer thinking about that, as I fought to stave off my impending orgasm.

  My hands found the back of her head and, winding my fingers in her beautiful red hair, I pulled her down onto my shaft, craving the intense warmth of her mouth. Looking down at my beautiful wife, kneeling between my legs, I saw that the knot at the front of her shirt had come loose. I found myself wondering how many of the cowboys at the dance tonight had watched that little knot while she danced, praying that it would come undone like this. It had certainly crossed Lance’s mind, I realized with a shiver. Bending down, I flicked the thin shirt from her narrow shoulders, exposing her twin peaches, and whispered, “Let me see them, Lizzie.”

  With an excited whimper, she clenched her shoulder blades together and thrust her chest out at me, letting the shirt fall to her slender waist. Her small breasts jutted out lewdly from her ribcage, rippling gently as she worked on my cock, her nipples swollen and diamond-hard with excitement. I bet Lance would have killed to see her this way… I suddenly needed to have them, to touch them, taste them. I needed to be between her long legs, inside her, to make her mine. In a supreme act of willpower, I stepped back and pulled my hypersensitive penis away from her. Protesting, she shuffled forward on her knees, trying to take me in her greedy little mouth again.

  “No Baby!” I shook my head. “On the bed now, Baby,” I smiled down at her. “My turn!”

  Wearing her best pouty face, she crossed her arms over her chest and stuck her tongue out at me. My God, she was cute! Then, up she hopped and moved toward the bed as I went to fetch a condom from the medicine cabinet. I returned just in time to see her shimmy out of her tight skirt, her lovely flared hips moving seductively side to side. Looking at me, she bent, stiff legged, to slide her sopping wet panties down those gloriously long legs of hers. As she crawled onto the cool sheets, she looked back over her shoulder at me, pleading in her eyes.

  “Come on, Baby,” she implored, “I need you.”

  Rolling onto her back, she raised her legs, knees together, then suddenly let them fall apart. Her pale, long legs akimbo, she spread herself wide, flashing me the damp little patch of dark fur between them. Raising her butt off the sheets, she held out her hand, beckoning me to take my place in her lap. I couldn’t help but groan at this glorious sight of female arousal. And a small voice in the back of mind told me that this was becau
se of Lance.

  Stopping at the edge of the bed, I tore the package open with my teeth and began to roll the condom down my steely shaft when a strange sound made me look up. To my amazement, I saw that Elizabeth was playing with herself. She’d always been too shy to touch herself in front of me, but now she was unabashedly stroking her weeping slit as she waited for me to join her. I had never seen her so excited before, legs spread wide as her tiny hands explored her hungry little pussy, her hips involuntarily rolling upwards off the mattress, seeking contact, desperate to extinguish the flames of desire burning within her. And deep down, I knew that it wasn’t all my doing.

  I eased myself onto the bed and, pushing her hands away, ran my tongue slowly along her puffy slit, tasting her arousal. My fingers stroked her bush, playing through the wiry hair that surrounded her hole.

  “No Bill!” Elizabeth pleaded. “Not tonight… ooohhh… I need… Oh God!... need your cock!”

  Ignoring her, I fluttered across her opening with my tongue, moving ever closer to her clit, only to abandon it at the last minute to plant kisses along the insides of her trembling thighs. Again and again, I teased her like this, bringing her to a frenzied state of arousal. She whined in protest each time and thrust her sex up at me. Finally, I took her little button carefully between my teeth and lashed it with my tongue, tearing a screaming orgasm from her before crawling up to lie between her outspread legs.

  “Hey Babe!” I teased, kissing her. “Did you miss me?”

  “Oh fuck, Bill,” she moaned as her tiny hands found my hardness, “I need you inside me!” With that, she split herself on the head of my cock, sheathing me in her snug warmth as she took me all the way to the root. It was like sticking my dick into a vat of hot butter. She was wetter and warmer than ever before and I loved it.

  “God, Baby,” I murmured with a grin as I pulled back and then thrust myself up once more into her wetness, “what’s gotten into you?!” But we both knew.

  “Unghh!” she grunted, arching her back as I penetrated her. “Oh fuck! Oh Baby! I don’t know either! I can’t believe how much I need it right now! Oh shit! Fuck me, please!”

  I mauled her cone-shaped breasts, worshipping their delicate perfection, showering them with kisses and lightly chewing her angry little nipples as she gasped against my ear. I quickly rubbed the palms of my hands across the hard little points, then swept my hands downward along her trim white waist to grasp a firm butt cheek in each hand. My balls boiled as I pulled her to me, forcing myself into her tight hole until our pubic bones kissed, and ground against her, stimulating her clitoris as I reveled in the raspy feel of her pubic hair against me.

  “I think we both know why you’re so excited tonight!” I taunted her as I began to saw in and out of her. She had teased me with it earlier and now it was time for a little payback.

  “No… no… don’t!” she whined as she mashed her pelvis up at me. “You can’t…!”

  “You’re thinking about Lance’s big cock, aren’t you, Baby?” I pressed as I increased my thrusting.

  “N… noooo! Please, Sweetie!”

  “You’re fantasizing about another man’s penis while your husband is inside you!” I hissed as I pounded her even harder, my own words suddenly filling me with intense jealousy. “I’ll bet you wish this was his cock instead of mine, don’t you?” I yelled, my balls churning with need.

  “Oh my God!” Elizabeth shrieked, grasping my butt and pulling me deeper as her entire body went rigid. Throwing back her head, she thrust her wonderful titties up into my face, the pale skin of her chest flushing a deep crimson as she orgasmed explosively around my dick, her vice-like grip around my cock triggering my own release while she clawed my pumping ass.

  My orgasm was like no other I had ever known. It seemed to start at my toes and shoot up my legs to my crotch, where my penis swelled even more and then exploded, spitting long, powerful spurts of semen into the condom that I wore. It seemed to come from my very soul and go on and on forever, so intense that it was excruciating. I groaned and shook as I spurted, grinding myself desperately into her snug, wet sex as we writhed against each other, both unable to speak.

  I lay between her beautiful legs for some time afterwards, before I regained enough strength to make my way into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I returned, she started to speak. “Baby, I’m…” she started, but I silenced her with a kiss. We would need to talk about what had happened here, talk long and hard, but I wanted us both to be awake and clearheaded for that discussion.

  “Tomorrow,” I said, stroking her cheek tenderly. Then, I turned out the light and instantly fell asleep with my wife in my arms.

  Chapter 4

  The next morning, I was up before daybreak. Once the horses were fed and the portable stalls put back on the trailer, we loaded our gear, filled the hay nets for the horses, and said our farewells to the other contestants. There was another rodeo two weeks later in a town about 75 miles south of here that we needed to make to collect a few more points, and we would probably see a lot of these people there. I briefly wondered if Lance would be there, then shook the thought out of my head. Neither of us mentioned the events of last night as we double-checked the trailer. There would be time enough for that once we were on the road.

  Ten minutes later, as the sun was peeking over the horizon in the east, I turned the truck onto the highway and set the cruise control. Looking over at Lizzie, I could tell she was nervous. Her knees were drawn up and her hands fidgeted in her lap as she stared down the road, chewing absentmindedly on her lip.

  “So, last night…” I began hesitantly.

  Lizzie jumped like she had just touched a hotwire fence, her wide eyes leaping up to meet mine before shyly focusing on the floorboard of the truck. “Yeah,” she whispered.

  “Lizzie, last night was incredible’” I continued, “the best sex we’ve ever had.”

  “Yeah,” she giggled, somewhat relieved, “I guess it was pretty amazing!”

  “So, tell me. What was going on with you? I mean, I’ve never seen you like that!”

  She was silent, chewing her lip, eyes still firmly fixed on the floor.

  “Please, Baby. Because whatever caused it, we need to bottle some of that! We’d be millionaires!” I kidded, trying to keep the mood light.

  “I don’t know, Baby. Just everything,” she deflected, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “You just really turned me on yesterday. You were hot, okay?”

  “Okay,” I ceded with a chuckle, “but why yesterday? Why not last week or last month?”

  Now, she was really starting to squirm. “I don’t know, it was just…”

  “So it had nothing to do with Lance and his big cock?” I interrupted.

  “Bill! I’m a happily married woman!”

  “That’s not an answer, Elizabeth!” I stopped her. “Look me in the eye and tell me you weren’t turned on by him. Tell me that’s not what got you wound up last night.” I invited.

  “But I’m not… we’re not supposed to…” she pleaded, her eyes never leaving the floor. I could see the conflict within her etched on her beautiful pale face. “I don’t know… I mean… it wouldn’t be right to…”

  “It’s alright, Liz,” I came to her rescue, “it was the same for me…” My voice trailed off at the end, my eyes staring straight ahead as I struggled to swallow. Why was I suddenly getting nervous? “I was thinking about it, too,” I confessed.

  “Wait, REALLY?!” Elizabeth gasped. Her crystal blue eyes searched mine, her mouth open, trying to understand what I was saying. “But…but, Baby, that means… I mean, you were so hard last night, Bill. Because of what I told you about Lance?”

  “Yeah,” I said quietly, “but tell me about you. What was going on inside that cute little head of yours last night?”

  “Honestly? I… I did have a hard time getting it out of my head after what happened,” she began. “Yes, I guess I was pretty excited by his size. And I may have thought about it whil
e we were doing it, but just a little. But… doesn’t that bother you?”

  “No… I mean, yeah… I don’t know,” I admitted, to myself as well as her. What kind of freak gets turned on by the thought of his wife and another dude? “I mean sure it bothers me. It makes me crazy jealous that he turns you on like that, but the thing is, in some weird way, it also turns me on. And last night, I kept having this image of you doing all those things to him instead of me. And it was kinda hot, you know what I mean?” I shrugged, uncertain how she was taking this.

  “Oh God, Baby, I’m so glad to hear you say that!” she gushed, grabbing my knee. “I was actually kinda freaked out by some of the things I was thinking. I just knew it would crush you that I was fantasizing about him. But you’re telling me it turns you on?”

  “Yes, Lizzie,” I nodded, “so help me God, it does turn me on! Not that I would ever want it to go further than pillow talk, but imagining you with him is exciting.”

  “No, of course not!” she answered quickly. A little too quickly, I mused. “I’d never want to do it for real!”

  Her hand crept up my denim-clad thigh to my groin where the truth of what I was saying became immediately obvious. I shifted to give my stiffening cock more room and looked at my wife. Her eyes were locked on mine as she once more bit her lip. She began to lightly stroke my bulge through my jeans.

  “You know he’ll probably be at the rodeo two weeks from now, too,” she breathed, “and it’s a two day rodeo, with a dance both nights.” We could both feel my member twitch with excitement at her words. “Maybe I should tease Lance a little! Would you like that?” I groaned in reply and took her hand off my crotch to avoid having an accident.

  Chapter 5

  For the next two weeks, Lance became an increasingly large part of our sex play, and there was a lot of sex play. We were like teenagers again, fornicating in every room of the house. We even did it in the barn, up in the hayloft, with Elizabeth teasing me about him as I pounded into her from behind. And God was it good! My wife was insatiable, teasing me incessantly with Lance’s size, asking me if I thought she would be able to fit him in her mouth or “other places”…