The Hotwife Key Party: Willow (Chapter 10)

She panted and moaned, struggling to keep her eyes focused. The image of Adrian jumping up like a wet and warbled mirage. She squeaked, “What are you doing?” alarmed by his bolting, worried that out of all the things she and Dragan had done so far, seeing her legs butterflied and her pussy gored was the last and final straw.

Adrian growled and clapped his hands, stomping one foot on the floor, like a drunk on St. Paddy’s dancing a jig. “Nothing,” he croaked, his voice pinched tight.

“Oh, mm, are you o— Ah, are you okay?”

“Fine,” he said, stopping his dance and pressing fists into his thighs. She knew what it was. “Oh, baby,” she purred. Her perfect husband was going to come.

Now she turned her head and kissed Dragan, lifting an arm, cupping Dragan’s cheek, her breasts bouncing and rolling with his thrusts. No cock had ever done this to her before. Dragan was incredible; an accomplished lover blessed with a whale of a cock and huge, strong hands. There was nothing like being a sex toy for a man, and given the scale, this man of her fantasies could do anything he wanted and she would be powerless to stop him; he outsized her, could toss her, throw her, spin her around in his lap with his cock somewhere behind her belly button. The sex was the best sex she’d ever had and nothing else was close.

Dragan said, “Here, roll on your stomach,” pushing her to lie flat on the bed, looking up at Adrian, who looked like he still had no reins on his runaway sex coach. Dragan had her on her stomach and she got n her elbows, eyes on her hubby, showing him her pressed together tits while Dragan’s hands grabbed her hips and tilted her sex up to get his cock inside her again. She arched her back, presented her hungry sex to him, swaying her ass, one of his hands over her tailbone, taking up almost the whole small of her back and her ass. His head spread her labia, and she drew in a long whisking intake of air. He sunk inside her again, and the pleasure flooded her mind soggy. Her eyes rolled up and she swooned. It felt so fucking good.

Adrian looked as though he’d conquered his inner sperm demon, had banished it back to a purgatory for the time being, and she didn’t like that one bit. But she struggled to speak, struggled to bring him in with the dirty talk he craved. “Oh, Adrian, Adrian,” she panted.

Adrian asked her what, concerned, leaning closer.

She laughed at his worry, saying, “He’s so fucking big, baby.”

Adrian chuckled. “I know, Willow, I saw it.”

“Oh, fuck, Adrian.”

“Is it good?”

“So fucking good.”

In his eyes she saw that orgasm swelling again, coming back for round two. She smiled, and he smiled, knowing she was devious. She said, “I’ve had bigger guys b-before, but, oh, Adrian, oh, oh, my god.”

Dragan heard every word, his hands out on either side of her, his hips pile-driving that enormous tool into her suffering, quivering pussy, liking her talk and responding with increased performance. “Come here, baby,” she said, and Adrian looked concerned, reluctant, but getting on his knees at the side of the bed so they were face to face.

He said, “You look so fucking hot, Willow. I mean, I can’t even describe what this is doing to me.”

She winked—or at least showed a woozy facsimile—and said, “Happy birthday.”

He repeated it for her and kissed her lips. A spark went off. Something flared in her core, bright and sizzling, and she was sure the hottest thing in her life was now having Adrian kiss her while another man fucked her. “Ooh, your lips,” she said. “Kiss me again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Kiss me, Adrian.”

He came in once more, and the way their kiss rocked with the thrusts of her big-dick lover drove her wild. It was like two lovers in a lifeboat, their ship capsized, lifeboat tossed in a threatening storm, but with each other they were safe.

Their lips parted with a gentle and loving smack, and while she still rolled back and forth while Dragan fucked her, she said, “I want you to come.”

“No,” he said, adamant. “I’m wearing my good pants.”

“You should have thought of that. Now come.”

“I can’t, Willow.”

“Take them off. Take off those pants and show me your come.”

Adrian’s eyes widened, and she realized she had her own demonic possession, hers a foul-mouthed and demanding dominatrix.

But Adrian shook his head like she offered a frightful kid a plate of brussel sprouts.

She growled, “You better, you better, you just fucking better. Do it, come in your pants.”

“No.”

Now she pouted and pleaded with him. “If you love me, ah, you’ll shoot that load. Shoot it, Adrian, shoot it in your pants. What do I have to do-hoo? Do we need more big d-dicks in here?”

Adrian bared his teeth in a wild grimace, fighting an orgasm with everything he had. “No, no, holy fuck, Willow.”

“Kiss me while you come, Adrian. I want your lips, oh, ah, I want your lips on mine when you come, baby.” She lashed her hand out and gripped the back of his neck, snatched him close for another kiss.

“Fuck, ah…”

“Don’t you love me? Come if you love me.” She kissed him again, and from the tremble in his lips she celebrated his surrender, her husband giving in, bestowing her with a surge of enormous sexual power, tipping it all in her balance. While they made out and Dragan fucked her bottom, she sucked her husband’s tongue, feeling him twitching and bucking, a proud swell lifting her so high a smaller, teasing orgasm tickled her, sent ecstatic shivers through her body while Adrian orgasmed in his pants.

She had everything she wanted. And so did Adrian.

She let him go, showed him a face of love and companionship, falling back in the command of this seven-foot tall lover who was wrecking her insides, stretching out places where no cock or even dildo had gone before.

As Adrian collapsed to sit by the bed, looking at her through hazy eyes, worn out and exhausted from what they’d both put themselves through, she squirmed away from Dragan, going back to the pillow and lifting her knees to her shoulders, exposing her pussy to him in the way that had been post comfortable. He got back in place, but she told him, “Careful, you’re so big, Dragan. I can’t take much more.”

Dragan held his cock and rubbed the head through her thick folds, every slippery swirl setting off firecrackers in her trashcan, getting her panting, getting that orgasm tension swelling in her heart all over again. “Oh, yeah, that’s so good. Just play with it, tease it.” The liquid ease of his cock head shimmering on her swollen membranes, rich with vibrant zing, got her moaning and keening. Her head fell back. Even without the stretch his cock provided to her interior, he still drove her wild with pleasure, just swirling his head in her slit, mashing, tapping its weight against her clit.

“Who would ever think our paths would cross again?”

“Not me.”

“Not me,” he said. “What a fucking treat you are, Willow McKay.”

“You missed your shot.”

“I sure did, but I still got you in my bed.”

“It’s been a long time coming.”

“Oh, definitely.”

Adrian spoke. “You guys having drinks?”

She turned her head to see her husband rousing from his come-slumber, looking a little worse for wear, but a sparkle in his eyes again. He rested his back on the wall, his shirt collar damp and askew between his suit lapels. Later, she would tell him he looked like a stock trader on the market floor during the crash.

Dragan said, “We have a lot to catch up on.”

She looked back to Dragan hovering over her, his cock in his hand, teasing her pussy with it, his cock head so swollen and large it looked like it might pop.

She said, “Oh, yeah.”

Adrian repeated her answer. “Oh, yeah.”

He wanted more. Adrian wanted more of her and Dragan. Her pussy had found its limit, and she would be on bed rest tomorrow, she was sure. But Adrian had only been tempted. This wasn’t some grand finale, not some championship bout, two greats in the ring for a once in a lifetime matchup. Adrian wanted more.

More Dragan?

She could take a lot more Dragan. In time.

Excitement bloomed, and she reached down and took control of Dragan’s cock, holding it under the head, rubbing it against her clit. “I’ll give you my number,” she said.

“I’m going to call you,” he said, humping his hips forward now, letting her guide how she wanted him, stroking his cock over her hooded clit, across her ruffled folds fattened with hot lust and a big-dick pounding, still wet, still hungry. But tamed. Beaten. But holy fuck, did the sliding of his huge cock over her labia feel good. Each stroke sent her eyes up, got her breath hitching. They sped up, her rubbing, him humping, his cock going up and down, pussy, clit, that fat head thrusting through her scrub brush. She wanted him to come. Wanted to see his hole split, see his seed spill, see it spurt and jump.

They humped faster and faster. Somewhere nearby Adrian groaned with delight and suffering. He’d want to come again. Knowing him, his cock was hard already. She was driving her husband out of his mind. She chuckled, a rolling thunderhead of sexual power coming in off the coast, a pride swelling, torrential lust beating on her face.

“I want you to come on me,” she told Dragan. “I want you to come all over me.”

She performed for Dragan. Performed for both men. Letting Dragan’s cock go and posing like a perfect canvas for which to paint on. And Dragan didn’t hesitate, grabbing his cock and jerking it with furious intent.

She mewled. “You gonna come for me?”

Dragan growled and pumped his cock faster, his knuckles grazing on her pussy, his huge cock still large in his massive hand. His cock head twitched and bulged with his stroking. It leaked his pre-come. Tasty, sweet pre-come she swallowed when she’d sucked him.

Adrian groaned again, and she chanced a look his way, seeing him with wide horrified eyes, watching another man jerk his cock off kneeling between his wife’s legs and his hussy wife writhing on the bed awaiting the splashes of this man’s hot semen.

It was the hottest thing in the world. If Dragan would meet her for drinks, she was sure she would rock Adrian’s world like Krakatoa.

“Oh, I want your come,” she said in baby girl pleading.

Dragan’s grunts and growls became a building roar, and at last he ejaculated. He sent a stream in one squirting rocket that splatted her neck. He kept coming, and she loved the masculine sound of his orgasm, the way he vocalized his immense release.

“That’s it, that’s it, paint me, paint my tits, come all over me.”

She wriggled and squeezed her own breasts together and Dragan complied, getting closer, sending lines of come onto her nipples and chest. He sent a bucket of come on her body.

“Come on my face, oh, yeah, mm, come on my pussy, get it on my pussy.”

He was waning, his spurts decreasing, and he plunged his cock head into her nest, the swollen membranes singing wild songs of sex at the slipperiness of his semen on her pussy. He mashed it against her clit, beat it, pushed the head inside her, still coming, the hole still streaming pearly excitement.

It exhausted both of them. All three of them. Adrian now watching between fingers, his hands on his face like he was scared to watch the graphic murder scene in a slasher movie. She chuckled at the sight of him, her happy heart satisfied. Happy birthday, Adrian.

Spent and drained, Dragan collapsed on the bed next to her, his weight getting her to bounce.

With her two men just emptied sexual husks, she got off the bed, naked and dripping Dragan’s semen, stepped to the foot of the bed, found Dragan’s pants and fished his phone out of the pocket. She tossed it onto his naked chest. “Open it for me. I’m going to give you my number.”

He took his phone. “You’re not staying?”

“I’m taking the love of my life home and putting him in my bed and doing crazy things to him tonight.”

Dragan chuckled, liking the sound of it. He showed the phone his handsome face and handed her the phone back.

Adrian showed a hopeful look.

She called her own phone, heard it ring in her purse, then gave him back his phone.

“I work from home. I’m almost always around. We need to catch up.”

Dragan smiled and made a satisfied groan, putting his hands behind his head, his eyes roaming her naked sperm painted body. She felt sexier than ever. “We certainly do.”

She admired his body, his tattoos. Next time, she might explore him a little more. Not get fixated on that dick. Spend some time on some of his other erogenous zones. Probably spend a lot of time on that dick though, too, the deflating thing laying across to his hip, shining wet with come and her pussy.

She pointed to the door near the corner of the room. “Is that a bathroom?”

Dragan nodded.

“I have to clean up,” she said, stating the obvious, trotting on bare feet to the door, saying to Adrian, “Give me one minute, baby.”