The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 11)

Now it was just him and the guy his wife fucked, alone in the room together. He looked up to the bed to see his wife’s giant over laying there prostrate and satisfied, his wife draining him the way she usually did for him. There was a nice edge of jealousy, not sickly, but a strange kind that had him smirking.

Dragan stirred now, big hand coming up to smooth back his hair. “You gotta be the luckiest guy I know.”

“Me? Huh, yeah,” Adrian said. “You got that right.”

Dragan groaned, rolled his head around like he was working out the kinks in his neck, then he rolled to his side, up on a casual elbow, facing Adrian. His cock hung down to touch the bed, glistening wet with semen and Willow’s insides.

His stomach tightened again in the most exquisite manner. He let out a long exhale, putting a knee up and draping a forearm over it.

Dragan said, “Why are you on the floor?”

“It’s good for my back,” he said, his crotch soaking wet with his own exciting no-hands ejaculation. Just watching Willow with Dragan had sent him over the top and produced the strangest, most bizarre, and yet satisfying orgasm. The experience had been unique. Shameful, explosive; connecting him to his wife at the same time, though. He’d like to experience it again.

Dragan said, “Do you go to a gym?”

“You can’t tell?” He flexed his arm, no biceps bulging the fabric. He admitted, “No, I don’t.”

“I mean for your back,” Dragan said. “Do you do any stretching?”

“I put my arms over my head and yawn every once in a while.”

Dragan’s brow furrowed as he considered something. “Where are you guys at?”

“The Hills. Above Sunset.”

“Yeesh. The city. You should move out here to Malibu.”

“I have to work. I’m on set.”

“Oh, yeah. You don’t shoot all year, do you?”

He shook his head no.

“Hey, you know who’s a big fan of ‘Precinct K?’”

“Who?

“My mom. She loves that show. When she’s here in California, she sits and watches it when it comes on. Won’t record it. Has to be the first to know what happens. She loves that guy, the one with the scar on his face, what’s his name?”

“Steve. Steve Hardcastle.”

“Loves that guy. Do you think when she’s here next time, I could get her on the set? It would thrill the fuck out of her to see you guys filming.”

“Sure,” he said. “I kinda owe you one, don’t I?”

“I think I’m in debt to you, buddy.”

Adrian looked toward the closed bathroom door, behind it his wife washing Dragan’s bucket of semen off her body. “She is pretty amazing, huh?” He eased his back up the wall, struggling to stand, his legs gone pins and needles. He hunched over to hide from Dragan that he had come in his pants.

“This is your guys’s first time?”

“Yeah.”

Dragan took a deep breath and let it out, ruffling his hair and looking across the room, contemplative. “It can get even better.”

“I don’t know if I could handle better. What I just watched was absolutely insane.”

Dragan chuckled. “Baby steps. . . . Did you like it?”

Adrian thought about it for a moment. “Loved it.”

Willow emerged now, the door opening and his naked wife re-emerging, reaching back into the room to turn off the light.

He said to Dragan, “I should probably freshen up, too.”

Dragan nodded and as Adrian headed for the bathroom, still hiding his embarrassing wet spot, said after him, “If you move to Malibu, Adrian, I’ve got a guy here who’ll fix that back of yours. He’s a miracle worker.”

As he passed Willow, she said, “What’s wrong with your back?”

“Nothing. I’ll tell you later.”

* * *

Willow squatted at the side of the bed and retrieved her sexy Gucci dress. Dragan watched her.

“You don’t have to go,” he said.

She covered her naked front—scrubbed clean with a soap and warm water—with her dress, and got onto the bed on her knees. “I want to get Adrian home and make the rest of the night about him.”

Dragan snuffled a small laugh and shook his head.

“What?”

He regarded her. “You were a sweet kid, and you grew up to be a sweet wife.”

She raised a dubious eyebrow. “After what we just did?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Grew up to be a hotwife. But you are a sweet one.”

“Gotta be a wife to be a hotwife. And I’m a great wife.”

“Good to see you’re still vain.”

“Vain? Who? Wait, you thought I was vain at the prom? Me?”

“Going on about how good your grades were.”

She laughed it off, knowing he was teasing her, putting her hands up the inside of her dress and putting it over her head. “I had nothing but those grades. You know how good you looked in a tux? I was trying to vainly show you I had some sort of worth, that I was more than some ugly duckling.” She put her arms through the dress.

“Ugly duckling? You were a sweetie pie. With those glasses and that cute smile?”

“Sweetie pie? I wanted to be a woman. I wanted to be sexy. I wanted to be anything but how I felt I was.”

“You’re certainly a woman now. All grown up, and a knockout who works in finance, married to the Adrian McKay.”

She shimmied the dress down to her hips, sitting on her heels. “Yeah, I got it pretty good. Adrian’s one in a million.”

“This was Adrian’s idea?”

She looked to the bathroom door behind which her husband was cleaning semen out of his underwear. “He’s a kinky guy.”

Dragan lay a huge hand over his heart. “Well, I’m blessed by his kink.”

She snickered. “Me, too.”

She knee-walked closer to him, putting her hands on his arm and shoulder, loving the hard feel of his body under her soft hands. She lowered her face to his, and he turned up his mouth. They kissed. Not long and passionate, not quick and darting. The kiss of two friends who shared something special.

She straightened and sighed, sweeping her fingers up and down his tattooed muscle. She pooched out her lower lip. “I wanted to explore all your new tattoos.”

Dragan said, “Anytime you want. I’ll lay still and let you.”

“Hm. I’d like that,” she said, satisfied, soaking in his male nudity, his incredible body, that incredible penis, gone to sleep now, slumped between his muscular thighs, cloaked in a sticky sheen of semen and pussy. Her pussy. Her stinging, abused pussy.

She nodded her chin at his whopping penis. “Girls get used to that thing, right?”

He smiled, his eyes narrowing, drinking her in like she’d done to him. “Next time will be even better.”

She raised her eyebrows high, being cute. “Oh, next time?”

Dragan was confident, undeterred. “I have your number.”

“Yes, you do,” she said, smiling girlishly, unable to stop it.

Adrian emerged from the bathroom, reaching back in to turn out the light.

She said, “All better?”

“Right as rain,” he said, adjusting his jacket cuffs.

Adrian did look renewed. Gone was that bewildered, Saddam-found-hiding-in-his-spider-hole look. His clothes had been tidied, his hair swept back. He said, “We don’t have to go, Willow. We can stay, hang out, go get a drink or whatever.”

She said, “I want you in my bed. I mean our bed.”

Dragan said, “If you want to stay here, Adrian, I’ll take her home.”

Adrian gave Dragan a droll ha-ha, then said, “Hey, Dragan, this sounds crazy: but thanks. That was something else. My birthday present, if you believe it.”

“I believe it. What are you gonna do for her birthday now?”

Adrian winked and shot a finger pistol at Dragan. “She’ll give you a call.”

* * *

They stumbled through their front doors together, kissing and disrobing. Pooter and Argyle greeted them in hysterics, jumping, barking, licking, and tail thumping.

Around their kissing, Willow said to them, “Make way, boys, coming through!”

All four of them went down the hall, into the bedroom, Argyle with a squeaky toy in his mouth. The boys went to their dog beds and Willow and Adrian fell into bed, both of them working to get Adrian’s pants off. He’d suffered an enduring and painful erection in the car service, one hour from Malibu to West Hollywood, sitting beside his wife but unable to put his dick in her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

As soon as his pants hit his thighs, Willow’s mouth was on his cock.

He made a wild sound of relief, putting both hands on her head and riding up and down. It took under a minute before his breaths were roaring like a freight train, and he began to bellow as Willow squeezed his balls. He exploded in her mouth, writhing on the bed, his wife naked, him in an open shirt with his pants to his knees. The dogs jumped up because they thought something was wrong.

Willow swallowed his load, milking his cock into her mouth, breathing as heavy as he was, but only through her nose.

He shuddered and laughed and groaned. She kissed her way up his stomach and chest and curled up next to him. She said, “That was round one.”

“Yeah,” he said, “yeah, give me a minute to recover. That fucking car ride almost killed me.”

She laughed. “Me, too,” she said, drumming her nails on his chest.

“You don’t have balls that might actually burst. I mean just inflate like balloons and pop.” He made a sound effect that would illustrate what he meant.

“That can happen?”

“85,000 men a year die that way, Willow, just in the U.S. alone.”

She laughed and got up on an elbow, looking him in the eye. She waited for a long glowing moment before she told him, “I love you.”

He touched her cheek and played with her hair. “I love you, too.”

“Let’s get those pants off you and get into bed.”

* * *

They cuddled their dogs for a while, got up and showered together and brushed their teeth and were in bed by midnight. A young evening out, but so many miles traveled in that time. So much distance between who’d left the house in the afternoon and who was tucked into bed now. Who would have thought their hearts would be squished closer together by what they’d done? Dragan Kursar consumed her psyche the moment she’d found him behind the black door, but it was Adrian McKay who consumed her now. Dragan Kursar was only sex, only wild, deep-dick, pussy stretching, hot-ass sex. Adrian was pure love, pure affection, togetherness and comprehending. Dragan’s huge dick fucking her senseless made her want her husband more. She faced him in bed, her husband’s brand new and revived erection poking into her tummy. Their hands came together, fingers weaving, while they looked into each other’s eyes. They kissed, slow and gentle, but broke up laughing. The insanity of what they’d done was sinking in, and for two people who loved to laugh, there was so much humor.

She said, “I told myself I’d be a failure if you didn’t come in your pants.”

He said, “Have I ever let you down?”

“Not even once, baby. You know that.”

They kissed again.

He said, “Dragan wants me to get his mother on the set. She likes Hardcastle.”

Willow busted up laughing.

She said, “What’s this about your back?”

“I told him I was on the floor because I had a bad back.”

“But it was because you came in your pants?”

“You were kissing me, he was fucking you from behind…”

“That was so fucking hot.”

Adrian sighed. “I’m so hard right now.”

“I’m still horny.”

“Are you going to be able to accommodate my massive dong? Do you think you can handle two in one night?”

She shook her head no. “You can have my butt, but only because I love you.”

“Your pussy too sore for real?”

She scoffed. “Didn’t you see his dick?”

Adrian rolled to his side of the bed and got the lube. Willow rolled to show Adrian her backside. He lubed his cock up and then slid a finger into Willow’s anus.

She made a funny sound and jolted. “Careful. Not too hard. These holes share a property line.”

“I’ll be careful,” he said, snuggling against her back and guiding the point of his cock into her back hole. He eased it inside her and she moaned a passionate sound. He put his arm around her and kissed her ear. “It’s not too big, is it?”

“Dragan said I’ll get used to it.”

He kissed her ear again. “I bet you will, Willow. I bet you will.”