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This series has a total of 15 chapters; this one is second-to-last. A summary:
‘The Hotwife Games’ is a story about naughty wives and their husbands participating in a very kinky game-show. And Rakesh’s wife Diana intends to be the naughtiest of them all…
You can jump in right here if you like; each chapter is designed as a semi-contained story. Or, if you are new to the series and want the full experience, you can start with Chapter 1 — most of the installments are short and brisk, and crammed with sex.
Content warning: hotwifing, swinging, cuckolding, exhibitionism/voyeurism, group sex, and more. Don’t say I didn’t warn you 🙂 Genuine feedback, constructive comments, lavish praise, and the inevitable furious crying from the five closet-cuck incels who troll this section are all happily encouraged!
Take a deep breath, and remember: This is a work of fantasy, designed for the very dirty-minded…
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CHAPTER 14 – AWAKENINGS
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The red-brick kitchen is pungent with the odor of coffee beans. Three discarded espresso cups lay on the sill. The waves of the Mediterranean lap beyond the open balcony, under a balmy sirocco breeze.
She paces along the sun-drenched vista, over-caffeinated. She half-listens to the voicemail flaring up on her speakerphone. It’s the fifth of the day.
“Yeah, ‘s Larry — again — Now for the sake of all that’s holy, I need that draft — stat, pronto, today — Pre-production starts at Sinstar in two shitfuck days and we ain’t even –“
Lawrence Answer’s sandpapery Queens dialect continues to pepper the idyllic peace of the early afternoon. She does the math in her head. It must be morning in New York. He’s just getting started. There are likely twenty more ornery voicemails coming, all laced with the producer’s signature florid profanity…
She sighs. She sips her fourth demitasse of the nutty Arabica.
She scans the wide blue sea. No sign of them on the horizon. No shell-blue rowboat. No pair of figures.
So there is time.
She looks at the flat black mass of the keyboard, sitting on the bamboo desk. Beckoning.
Might as well give Answer what he needs:
The truth, in every shade of its sodden, and unvarnished, and delicious darkness.
Because as bright as the continental seascape seems outside… her memories of this next piece begin in the dark, and stay there.
She sits. She types.
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It was dark when the island bowerbirds started their chirping. Their song had a lilting melody — a gentle and pleasant chime in the early AM murk.
But it wasn’t their sound that stirred Rakesh awake. It was the impassioned moaning, and the bed shaking around him.
As his eyes shuttered open, Rakesh understood the source of all the movement: Diana was bent over on all fours next to him. Gael was on his knees behind her, grasping her by the roots of her hair as she looked back at him and moaned out loudly.
He was fucking Rakesh’s wife in the ass.
They hadn’t noticed that Rakesh had stirred. The cuckolded husband watched silently, his own dick hardening beneath the sheets as he realized what was happening.
They were angled with Diana’s ass slanting towards him. It was unmistakeable: Gael’s humongous rod pummeled in and out of Diana’s tiny, beautiful asshole. The young adulteress was staring lovingly back at her hot, ripped ex, urging him to sodomize her deeper.
“Fuck my ass,” she whispered. “Fuck my slutty little asshole…”
“You like that big cock, don’t you?” Gael growled under his breath.
Rakesh watched with a deep, gnawing jealousy. He had no idea how Diana was taking such a gigantic cock in her ass. But the sight of it — Gael’s wide, fat phallus plunging lengthily in and out of her forbidden hole — was stiffening Rakesh’s shaft into steel.
“Yessss…” he heard Diana moan, trying to keep her voice down. Clearly, she intended to do this without waking Rakesh. “I love your big cock… I love you, Gael…”
“I love you, Di!” Gael replied. Then he clenched his teeth and released a guttural groan.
The cuck husband swallowed. He saw Gael’s hips buck, and his big balls slap into Diana’s pussy lips. The ripped star was releasing his load into Diana’s cheating asshole.
Diana diddled her clit rapidly with her finger, cumming herself as her handsome lover sprayed into her.
“Cum for me… all for me… while my husband sleeps…”
Fuck, thought Rakesh. That cheating slut.
My cheating slut, his mind added.
He saw Diana’s eyes shift, and, quickly, he shut his own eyes. They thought he was still asleep. Well, he was going to keep up that pretense. Rakesh kept his eyes shut as his wife moaned and writhed through her orgasm, taking her lover’s load in her ass.
Rakesh heard more whispering. He heard heavy breaths, slowly growing deeper and longer. He heard their bodies moving, detaching, coming together. He heard soft kisses in the dark… and then he heard his loving wife giggle.
A few seconds later, Diana was shaking him awake.
“Baby… Ra…” she said as she gently nudged her husband with one hand.
Rakesh made a show of slowly awakening. He looked up to see his wife peering down at him with a naughty grin.
“Just lay back, okay?” she said sweetly.
Confused, Rakesh glanced sideways to see Gael watching them, his broad, sweaty chest still heaving from his recent climax.
Diana turned and swung her naked frame over her husband’s chest, her face pointing towards his feet. Now, Rakesh noticed that Diana had her right hand clamped firmly between her ass cheeks.
Rakesh’s brow creased. His heart thumped with a dread-laced anticipation. Diana scorched her ass further back, until it hovered right over Rakesh’s face.
“Wait –” he started.
He was cut off.
Diana moved her hand and pushed her asshole right onto her husband’s face.
Suddenly, Rakesh felt cum flood out of the used hole. He gasped — which was a mistake. In a second, he was eating Gael’s cum out of his wife’s asshole.
“MMMMPH–” Rakesh gasped and gurgled into his wife’s shapely ass.
“Yes, baby,” Diana groaned with surreal arousal. She giggled evilly, wriggling her bottom and letting thick globs of her hot lover’s cum drop from her rear-hole into Rakesh’s mouth.
“Holy shit,” Gael said, with a slight, disbelieving laugh.
“Eat his cum out of my ass, baby,” Diana moaned. She bent forward, pushing her stopping wet, cum-filled asshole onto her husband’s tongue.
Rakesh himself writhed, filled with shock, disgust, and sickening arousal. He could taste the salty, tapioca-thick semen pouring from his wife’s tight hole. He felt it coat his tongue and mouth. The way she had him pinned under her gave him no choice — he had to swallow it.
Diana laughed again and wiggled her tight ass onto Rakesh’s face. He was humiliated, sickened, cuckolded beyond belief…
And his hard dick stood ramrod-straight up from his lap.
While her husband pathetically ate her lover’s cum from her ass, Diana reached forward. She grasped Rakesh’s insanely hard erection.
“Eat my sloppy, used asshole, baby,” Diana moaned and teased. “You’re going to swallow alllll his cum after he fucks my ass… every time…”