A teaser – A hotwife story Randy, Mark and Mary


I am floating a part of a chapter for my next kindle book. I hope you enjoy.

IMG_8531 updatedChirping of birds, the bright spring sun shining through the bedroom window and Mark making breakfast pulls Mary from her slumber. It is much like an opening scene from a movie where everything seems perfect. A loving and understanding husband putting his wife’s needs before his. The house in a large perfectly groomed yard that is located in a quaint ideal town and ideal non-intrusive neighbors.

As she slowly gets out of bed she realizes her discussion with Mark, last night, regarding seducing Randy made sleeping difficult and contemplates the result of her unannounced visit with Randy later today. In her mind she sees many possible scenarios from him rejecting her to them being in bed naked with Randy being unable to get an erection and the fantasy that always gets her wet, a steamy sweaty orgy with several naked people performing various sexual acts on each other that looks like something from a porno movie. However, she knows Randy is still mourning and the former of her sexy scenarios will most likely be the result. Nonetheless, the thought fills her mind and her thoughts starts shifting about thinking her approach.

Yelling to Mark, “I am not going to wait. I am going to shower and then go over to Randy’s” About 45 minutes later Mary walks out the door wearing short-white blouse, short black skirt with no panties, black tights, and knee length black leather boots. As she leaves Mark is in the kitchen working from his laptop and does not notice her leave.

Walking next door to Randy’s house Martha, the preacher’s wife walks out of her house towards the church and yells to Mary, “Hi dear aren’t you a bit underdressed for this time of year?” Ignoring Martha, Mary knocks on Randy’s door.

“A bit early? I was not expecting anyone this early. I am not really dressed”

“Not to worry.” Mary feels like someone who is about to do their first presentation in a corporate boardroom and unsure how she is going to approach her seduction of Randy. Nervousness grabs her blindly like a young victim walking home though the dark alleys after a night of drinking unaware that her captor is waiting for her. Stuttering with her hands gently trembling, “Oh the reason I am here, I am wondering if you have some coffee and sugar we can borrow? We are all out and we just do not have the time to go buy some. If Mark is in the office he will usually buy some on his way home. Since he is working from home he cannot leave.”

She knows it is a lie that is leaving her feeling exposed and defenceless. If he lets her inside, how will she proceed? Mary thinks to herself by considering the possibilities. Will it be a steamy fuckfest where they rip of their clothes and have wild passionate sex? Or will the tension build until they release it like a dam releasing water in order to prevent a flood? Maybe he will not pick up on the cues leaving with sugar and coffee? “What happens if he reject me? How will I face him? What will the other neighbors think?” To Mary the few moments feel as though an hour has past.

Suspecting Mary is at his door for another reason, Randy thinks to himself, “Why would she come over wearing a short skirt and leather boots up to her knees to borrow coffee?” He pauses for a moment warmly responding, “Come on in and I will see what I have,” as he smiles at her. Walking inside, in front of Randy she turns facing Randy. “I will be right back,” as he eagerly leaves and pretends looking for the two items she is requesting. She waits a few moments until he enters the kitchen and begins looking for the coffee. Slowly she begins unbuttoning the top three buttons of her blouse, exposing her most of her breasts.

Mary quietly walks and times her entry into the kitchen when he has his back to her. Randy senses she is in the kitchen but continues acting as though he is not aware of her presence. Her presence reminds him meeting his wife for the first time eliciting many different feelings of excitement and wonderment. He begins reaching for the coffee in the cabinet over the stove and Mary walks up behind him wrapping her arms around his chest and pulling him close to her. As she feels his back pressing against her chest, it makes her feel secure. Pulling him into her, Mary feels the softness of his shirt against her bare chest.

“I thought you wanted coffee?” Randy teasingly asks.

With a seductive and vulnerable sounding voice, “I only used that excuse to get through the door because I want you,”

“I find you attractive and I have wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.”

Randy turning around to face Mary with her coyly smiling at Randy, “I know. We do not tell many people but Mark and I are very much into the lifestyle.” She pauses, unbuttons Randy’s jeans, and slides her hands down his pants lightly grabbing his manhood. As she grabs his manhood, she looks him in the eyes sounding confident and aggressive, “He knows I am here and he knows what I want to do to you.” As she finishes her last word, she can feel his manhood getting very hard, just like a large lead pipe and notices Randy breathing faster. Releasing her grip she looks at him, “Not now you are too excited. You need to wait.”

“I am not too excited and I can’t wait.” Randy tries leaning forward to kiss Mary and tries pulling her towards him.

Taking a step back, she then takes his hand placing it on her chest, “You need to learn to wait. The best things as those that are enjoyed over a period of time.”

Mary then walks over to his couch, sitting down, and unbuttoning her top two buttons. “It is getting hot in here. Why don’t you come over and join me?”

Randy is feeling as though he is running a marathon in a half-hour, “Maybe you would feel more comfortable in the bedroom?”

“Not yet, maybe a shower together might be what I need?”

Randy walks to the bathroom starting the shower. As he undresses he realizes he has not felt like this for years. The bathroom is a ¾ bathroom with shower and it comfortably fits one person standing. Mary undresses in the hall leaving her clothes there. She waits for Randy to get into the shower and she joins him.

“This is cozy. Let me wash you.” As Mary reaches for the bar of soap she lathers it up. As she does, she notices that is he relatively free of hair on his back and chest. Reaching for his chest she notices it is soft and feels fragile. Gently applying the soap to him she moves in gliding his hand between her thighs. “This is what I like.” She moves in feeling his erect penis against her thigh and he tires getting closer. “No need to rush. You must wait,” pausing for a moment, “it is better. Trust me.”

A few minutes later they are in the bedroom, her hair still wet, Mary lays on the bed spreading her legs. “What are you doing? Are you going to fuck me or what?”

“It has been a while. I am nervous.”

“It is okay, we got all day.”

Randy lays next to her and starts slowly feeling her delicate smooth skin. Noticing her nipples are erect and laying waiting for him to take command. She turns to him, gently kissing him and pulling him towards her. He kneels in front of her, bending forward to kiss her, and stroking her face. Mary grabs his hard 5.5” cock looking at him, “I been waiting too long fuck me.”

He slides into her noticing how wet and hot she feels. She feels tighter than what his wife felt like and Mary’s tightness further arouses him. The tight feeling and remembering his wife, before her death, made him move faster. Mary moved in response to his direction and he could feel a flood of pleasure building within. He cannot hold back much longer and soon he fills her with his cum. Soon he goes limp, pulling out of her, and lying next to her.

Copyright 2014 by Johnny Lavish all rights reserved

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