Becoming A Hotwife. Caron’s Story — Caron Takes One For The Team. Part 5

I didn’t want to look at Carl. His fat, saggy, pale, jiggling body was repulsive to me.

“You’re beautiful,” Andy whispered, standing with Jane, caressing her bare petite breasts.

“Thanks, you’re sweet,” Jane answered humbly, smiling and staring into his eyes.

“So, let’s get started,” Carl said, his voice trembling, nervously excited.

“Let’s do this,” Jane said, smiling broadly, moving closer to Andy.

“Yeah. Let’s do this,” Carl repeated, reaching for my arm.

I glanced at Carl’s cock. It was erect but stubby, no more than three inches long. The shaft was mainly buried in a roll of hair-covered flesh surrounding the smooth pink-skinned tube. The thought occurred: How did these people ever mate? How is this even going to work?

Carl, with a crazed look on his face, lay beside me, and his fat fingers were franticly attacking my pussy. He began using my body as a sexual playground, his mouth and hands all over me. I turned my head to watch Andy and Jane on the other bed.

Andy and Jane were kissing and gently rubbing each other’s bodies. Their naked bodies were pressed together, and Andy’s hard cock was moving against Jane’s soft belly. I felt a tingle of excitement run through me as I watched my husband’s hands caressing Jane’s firm, petite breasts.

I heard her moan quietly as his fingers rolled the raised nipples in his fingers, and her erotic moans were only curtailed when he pressed his lips to hers, their tongues intertwined passionately.

My eyes shifted back to Carl, and his tongue was running up and down the side of my neck. His fingers were still working away at my pussy, and he was breathing heavily, his sweat pouring onto my skin from every pore out there; hot breath puffed on my ears. “Oh, that feels so good,” he whispered, his hand working my pussy with his sausage-like fingers.

Returning my attention to Andy and Jane, my husband’s face was now pressed tightly to the vee between her legs. Though I couldn’t see, I was aware of my husband’s oral technique and imagined his tongue darting out and swiping slowly between Jane’s pussy lips.

Jane moaned again, and I saw her elevated legs tremble with excitement. Andy’s hands were clamped on her tiny tits as he pressed his face lower, and she groaned — deeply, this time as he no dought lapped at her anus with his tongue.

Carl moved, lifting my legs, glaring at my vagina like an eagle about to swoop down on its prey. A sudden, sharp force caused me to cry out as several of Carl’s fingers were shoved forcefully inside my pussy.

It hurt, the fat bastard, and he was pushing several fingers franticly, violently inside me without regard for my comfort. I felt his thick, sweaty thumb enter my asshole and cried out again.

Andy and Jane were both moaning now, and the sounds were muffled, so I knew that his head was between her legs, his mouth glued to her pussy. Her hips bucked wildly under Andy’s face until suddenly something exploded, an orgasmic explosion as I’d never seen before.

Jane’s face was a picture of excitement as she flushed and sighed. Her head tossed side to side, her eyes were tight shut, and her whole body began to shake and quiver as an obvious climax surged through her tight, tall frame.

Andy continued to caress her tits and orally pleasure her pussy until, with panting breath followed by a deep release of air, her body collapsed; a wave of relief washed over her; exhausted by her orgasm, she ran out of breath, gasping for air, and her boyish chest repeatedly rose and fell until she lay limp on the mattress.

Carl’s fingers continued their assault, and I saw him looking intently at Andy and Jane on the bed next to us. “That looks so fucking hot,” he groaned, his breathing labored. “You’re going to enjoy my fat cock inside your tight, wet cunt,” he whispered.

Carl kept thrusting his fingers in and out of my vagina, and he was grunting, “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck your pussy with my big, fat cock.” I knew I had to come up with another plan rather than allow him to climb onto me and try to fuck me.

When the opportunity presented itself, I pushed him off me. Carl rolled on his back with a puzzled expression, and his fingers were rubbing in his hairy crotch. I straddled him unglamorously, contorting, putting my pussy in his face, my face in his groin.

My fingers found his dick, and I was pumping the short, stubby member with one hand while I fingered his anus with the other. Carl’s tongue was darting in and out of my pussy, and it actually felt pleasurable. He was licking and sucking my clit and was doing a fair job. I planned to suck him off quickly, and then we’d be finished.

My eyes shifted again, and Andy was on top of Jane. His hard cock was pressed into the vee between her long legs. It was glistening with her pussy juices. Andy’s hands were caressing her tits, and her hands were gripping his waist; pulling him toward her, he put his arms under her thighs and lifted her.

With her legs spread wide and bent back toward her, her pussy was completely exposed, and the sight of Andy’s swollen, pulsating cock pressing against her entrance, the pink lips stretched wide, was incredible.

“Fuck her, Andy,” I heard myself gasp. Andy pressed his hips forward, and the thick, shiny head of his cock slowly disappeared between her folds. I watched with amazement as he slid the entire length of his cock into Jane’s pussy.

“Oh, God,” she groaned as his balls came to rest against her. “Yes. Fuck me, Andy,” Jane whimpered, her voice quivering, her fingers digging into his flesh.

“Do you like that?” Carl asked.

“Mm-hm,” Jane muttered while I coveted what she was experiencing with my husband. Trying to focus on what was happening on the other bed while stroking Carl’s stumpy cock with my fingers, I felt arousal in my pussy, not so much because of what Carl was doing, but because the sounds of Jane’s passion filled my ears.

Andy and Jane were both groaning loudly now, the sounds echoing off the walls of the room as their bodies writhed together. Andy’s buttocks tensed and relaxed rhythmically as his cock pistoned in and out of Jane’s wet hole. The smell of sex was thick in the air, and the sounds of their passion filled my ears.

Pushing the flesh away, I was able to fit Carl’s cock into the palm of my hand and squeeze firmly around the base as I licked the head protruding from my fist. Carl’s cock was rock-hard in my hand, and the bulbous head was swelling as I took it into my mouth and sucked.

I was getting off on the site, and the sounds of passion that were coming from the other bed and the feeling of Carl’s balls throbbing in my hand as I sucked and licked the mushroom tip.

Jane’s legs were opened in an obscene spread-eagle position as Andy knelt between her stretched limbs. He grasped her calves, pulling them upwards, and Andy repeatedly sunk the entire length of his cock into her vagina with deep, meaningful thrusts.

Suddenly, Andy’s pace increased, and he grunted loudly. Jane gasped, and her body stiffened as he rammed his cock into her several times, and I could tell that he was filling her with his cum.

Jane’s orgasms were now coming almost continuously, it seemed. I could hear her muffled sighs and groans as the waves of pleasure rocked her body and caused the toes to tense, curl, and relax alternately.

“Fuck yeah,” Carl moaned, and I felt his body tremble. “Here it comes,” he groaned. Hot, sticky, salty cum squirted into my mouth, and I tried to swallow as fast as it gushed forth, but some leaked from the corners of my lips. His body shook with each spurt of cum, and I came.

It was brief, but my pussy clenched around Carl’s tongue. Cum dribbled across my cheek when Carl pulled free from my siphoning mouth, and I heard him gasp for breath, hoping he wasn’t having a heart attack or stroke.

Carl got up from the bed, dressed, and staggered from the playroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Andy and Jane embraced, their tongues dancing together. I watched their bodies pressed together and knew they were enjoying their post-coital bliss.

“Jane, is Carl going to be alright?” I asked.

“He’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” she assured.

“Okay. I was worried for a second.”

“Are you ready to go?” Andy asked.

“I’m going to wait with Carl at the bar. You two have fun,” I answered.

I dressed and joined Carl at the bar. We talked, and I asked him about his wife and their relationship. He told me that he and Jane had been married for ten years.

Carl explained that they had been swingers for a couple of years and were comfortable meeting each other’s needs. He also explained that he enjoyed watching Jane with other men and loved her being the center of attention.

Carl and I chatted for a while, and he seemed like a nice guy. We sat for about an hour before Andy and Jane emerged.

“Are you ready to go?” Andy asked.

“Yes. I’m ready,” I replied.

We all said goodbye and left the club. We drove home and recapped the evening’s events along the way.