Hotwife Karina: Shared E-Book

Thomas Roberts

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Michael's new job just has one catch: He has to share his wife with the boss! Knowing Karina's having mind-blowing sex leaves him hurt, jealous, and unbearably aroused...especially since he's not even allowed to watch as his gorgeous wife is gradually stolen from him. When Marshall shows her off as his date, he knows he can never be her public husband again. How can he manage to win her back again?

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She was my wife, I loved her. Even though we had our arrangement' and I'd given her permission to do whatever she wanted, that didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt me. My fear was she'd leave me for him, and I'd lose the best thing I ever had, and still, I was so excited, I knew I had to do something.

Without leaving the chair I'd been told to stay in, I slipped my pants off and released myself. I was ashamed of how much smaller and powerless I was even as my wife cried from the bedroom. Putting my hands on the arms of the chair, I raised myself enough to see he had entered her. Marshall was using my wife. She had her hands above her head, her legs spread, her knees bent, and was grunting with each stroke.

I was quivering with excitement caused by the humiliation of being told to sit in a chair, allowed to only listen to what another man was doing to my wife. The delicious humiliation clashed with the mad love I felt for Karina and the insane resentment I felt toward the man I was sharing her body with. I savored the rush as I might a fine wine.

My arms grew tired as I tried to watch what I could. He first pounded hard inside her, then stopped all movement and held still as she passionately kissed him, talking to him between kisses. I wished I knew what she was saying.

Every noise my wife made went through my body, causing my manhood to jump. My heart was beating rapidly. At first, I thought he was hurting herif he was, the pain turned to pleasure quickly.

I sank back into my chair, touching myself and thinking about what I had seen. Marshall was not only older and in an entirely different class from us, he was so much larger than my wife, and he was using her body just yards away from me.

I was distracted from my ruminations when she began to squeal. It was familiar but different. Her squeal was louder and more highly pitched than I'd heard before. He finished inside my wife, grunting, with Karina urging him on.

I went to the in-suite bar to fix a drink, but my hands were shaking too much to pour. I looked at them stupidly until my wife groaned, and I returned to my chair.

His stamina was amazing. He used my wife again before they cuddled together, talking softly. I decided to take a nap in the large beige chair. I woke briefly to the sound of my wife squealing again from the bedroom. The light was low, but I could see well enough to know she was on top, moving fast against him.

I woke again with a start, still in the comfortable chair. The lights in the bedroom were off, but the lamps in the large living room where on, and I could clearly see a naked Karina just inside the doorway, looking out at me. When she saw I was awake, she held her finger over her mouth in the universal be quiet' sign.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure Marshall was sleeping. When she was certain he was out, she turned her back to me and bent over to look at me from between her spread legs. As interesting as it was to see my wife's face appear between her knees, what caught my attention was how swollen she was. She was spread wide, something white was leaking down her thigh.

Karina smiled even more broadly at the expression on my face. After straightening, she turned and held her hands a foot apart and mouthed the word, wow' before disappearing into the darkness of the bedroom, pretending to walk bowlegged.

Leseprobe

Hotwife Karina: Shared

Written by Thomas Roberts

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright © 2019 - All Rights Reserved

THIS IS AN EROTIC WORK OF FICTION. Any resemblance to persons living or deal is accidental and damned amazing. THIS WORK IS NOT MEANT FOR ANY PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

The hotwife genre appeals to me. These are the books I like to read and these are the stories I like to tell, so thank you to the people who read my books.

Be warned, there is sex in this book, lots of it. If that offends you, please don’t read any further. But if you are looking for a fun, dirty read. This is it.

Prologue

“You know we can’t, Michael,” Karina said. I was trying to cuddle behind my wife in bed, my erection poking her in the ass through her cotton panties. “I have to get ready for Marshall to take me on his business trip to Paris, and anyway, you’ve been cut off.”

I’d agreed to share my wife with my boss, occasionally. But Marshall didn’t share well, and now, Karina was not to have sex with me. She could have refused him, but I don’t think Karina had ever enjoyed our increasingly rare intimacies under the sheets as much as I had.

For whatever reason, being cut off helped me appreciate my wife’s blonde Icelandic beauty more than ever before. Maybe it was because I could only look at her now—look but not touch. Karina had discovered how much I enjoyed watching—the more I hurt emotionally, the more my pleasure increased. It was a long story.

Her relationship with Marshall began just as we were exploring our new hotwife fantasy. Marshall was president of a firm he'd started in his spare bedroom and my boss. He was a tall, imposing man about fifteen years our senior. The most imposing thing about him might have been the size of his cock and his ability to give Karina seemingly endless pleasure.

I’d agreed to share my wife with him when he offered me a job—I know I’d done it—but we weren’t really sharing any longer. I was deeply afraid Karina enjoyed her time with him too much to return to our humdrum lives.

“How long will you be gone?” I asked as she packed skimpy lingerie I’d never seen before.

“I need to bring an extra bag. We’ll be shopping in Paris,” she answered. “Can you believe I’m going to Paris? We’re flying there first-class, and the seats make into beds. With some privacy.”

Karina’s face was lit up. She planned to fuck my boss over the Atlantic. She was so excited, she was bouncing. Despite my jealousy and pain, I was excited for her. I only wished I could watch.

“He’s treating you well,” I said.

“It’s been wonderful, amazing, and I have you to thank for it. You and Leon I guess.” She gave a little laugh after mentioning Leon’s name. He’d been the first man to talk her out of her panties in front of me.

“When do you think Marshall will let us sleep together again?”

Karina’s face grew dark, and she looked back to her luggage. “I don’t know,” my wife mumbled. Under her breath, she said, “I’m not sure he will.”

My chest tightened in fear. All I could do was stare at her and try to remember to breathe. I turned away and left the room. I didn’t want her to see how much I was hurting.

Later, I set our largest empty suitcase next to the small bag Karina had already filled. Most of her clothing was at Marshall’s mansion. “Do you know how long you’ll be gone?” In some ways it didn’t matter, she probably wouldn’t be coming back to this house much, anyway.

“I don’t know, awhile. You’ll have fun. Go out with the guys from work, maybe take that woman from accounting to a movie.”

“Sharon? Do you mean Sharon in accounting? Why would I take her to a movie?” A mental picture of Sharon showing up every time I’d gone out for drinks after work with the guys flashed through my head.

“So you won’t be alone. She seems nice.” Karina wasn’t paying attention to me. She busied herself and talked at the same time.

“Sharon is nice, but I’m not taking her to a movie.”

“Maybe out to eat. Look, Michael, I don’t want you just staying here, having fantasies about me and beating off. I’ll be fine. Stay busy.” She actually pinched my cheek like a maiden aunt.

“Why can’t we make love before you go like a married couple?” I tried not to sound like I was whining.

“You’re whining. You know the deal.” Karina finally looked at me. “Marshall has been good to us and more than fair. Now, go call Sharon or something. I’m busy. I’ll see you when I get back.”

I sat out by our pool, a beer in my hand, and thought. Marshall had been very good to me. He paid me well enough, maybe more than I could have made anywhere else. He arranged special privileges for me other employees didn’t get.

In return, he fucked my wife. That had been the arrangement originally, but the arrangement had changed. I was still paid well and received privileges, but he didn’t just fuck my wife. She spent much more time with him than with me, and when she was with me, they were sending messages to each other.

Chapter 1

We had been friends in college, members of the same fraternity. When Tyrone sent me a message to let me know they’d be in town, I insisted we get together. It would be an interesting reunion. I hadn’t seen them in five years and my wife, Karina, had only heard me talk about them.

“Some of my old friends from college are coming in,” I told Karina. “I’d like you to meet them.”

My wife had a wonderful, warm, outgoing personality when she got to know somebody. When first meeting someone, her icy blonde appearance combined with her innate shyness made it difficult for people to get close to her. I also thought the reason some people found it hard to approach her could be attributed to her world-class beauty.

Her heritage was Icelandic, her hair a light blonde. and her eyes a vivid penetrating blue. Those eyes seemed to look right through a person. In addition to her beauty, she was slim and round in just the right places. Karina was an intimidating package to both men and women.

I’d been a weightlifter since high school, and it showed. I was proud of my body, but I didn’t think of myself as handsome. We looked good together even if our sex life was not what I’d hoped.

I thought we were good in bed, Karina certainly enjoyed sex. She’d been raised in an open Scandinavian family where sex and nudity were considered normal. We had a great time together, and Karina enjoyed what we did, I just wasn’t very good at satisfying her. I disappointed her almost every time. I shouldn’t have been surprised by all that happened later.

Karina was nuts about sports, all kinds of sports. She’d watch anything. I came home one day and found her watching Cricket.

“Do you know anything about Cricket?” I asked.

“Not a thing,” she’d answered, her eyes on the television.

At the time, I was working for a start-up company, which meant long days and weekends. There was no way to avoid it, a new company required putting in the time.

When the job had been offered, Karina said she didn’t mind the long hours I’d be away and the responsibilities that would be hers alone. We’d talked about the requirements of the position for days before I accepted. We were gambling our time together now and a chance the company would fail against gaining valuable experience and an even greater income in the future. We decided to take the gamble.

The job, unfortunately, affected our lives even when we were together. Mentally if not physically, I was always at work. When I wasn’t in the office, my cell and laptop were seemingly a part of me. Messages and phone calls regularly interrupted our private time, and I always had work requiring my attention.

Working so much, combined with the unrelenting pressure, was affecting me in other ways. I’d fall asleep from exhaustion when we were in bed together. I knew Karina was frustrated with me, and I didn’t blame her. Even when we made love, it wasn’t very good for her. I didn’t know what I needed to do to be a better lover. It embarrassed me, and that just made things worse.

It had been an unusually light day, so I arrived home early.

“When will your friends be in town?” Karina asked.

“In two weeks, they’ll come in on Friday and leave Sunday morning.”

“We should at least invite them over for dinner Saturday night,” Karina said. “How many are there?”

“Three, Tyrone and his wife Judith, and Leon.”

“Interesting. Are they all African-American?” Karina was curious.

“No, not Judith. Tyrone and Leon played on the varsity football team and were members of my fraternity. I was actually pretty tight with Tyrone.”

“Is dinner enough? Maybe we should spend some time with them while they’re here,” she suggested.

“I can’t, Karina. I just can’t afford the time away.” I was distracted by my wife tugging my underwear down my legs as she slid to the floor.

“Hello,” she said to my semi-hard cock. “It’s nice to see you. Would you like to play?” I grew harder in her hand.

“I think he’s interested,” I said. “Let’s get on the bed and find out.”

My wife’s pussy was sopping with excitement. It could have been the promise of sex or playing with my growing erection. It wasn’t unusual for Karina to take the lead, but it was unusual for her to take the lead while we were in the kitchen. My wife is usually far too modest to do something like this. I wondered what had happened?

Karina was eager and ready for me. Unfortunately, I was too excited. “I’m sorry,” I told her.

“Now that we have that first one out of the way, let’s have dinner and try again,” my wife said, sitting on top of me. She’d been moving her hips, trying to gain friction against me. We didn’t try again later—I was asleep.

Work had been a greater distraction than usual. There had been several closed-door meetings involving senior management, often with outside board directors. Closed doors were rare in our open-air start-up company, and even the promise of sex with my wife hadn’t been enough to take my mind off what was happening.

“I’m worried about work,” I told Karina. “We’ve never had enough money to do the big data thing they want us to do.”

“You worry too much, and you’re always working,” Karina said. “I want you to invite your friends over to eat Saturday night. It’ll be good for you. You can turn your phone off and just have a good time.”

I put up all the usual objections, but Karina just waved them off. This wasn’t like her, she didn’t feel comfortable meeting new people, and now she’d be meeting people I knew well.

“Tell me about them.” We were in bed together at the time, Karina’s naked body pressed against me, my arm around her shoulder.

“First, I have to tell you a little story. Our fraternity was on probation for a time. In fact, there was even police involvement. It was a major scandal. For a while, it looked like some of my frat brothers would be arrested.”

“What happened?” Karina was paying close attention. Besides sports and sex, my wife loved a good scandal best of all. The three “S’s”—sex, sports, and scandal.

“We had some wild guys when I first pledged,” I began. “They threw some incredible parties almost every weekend. There would be kegs of beer, liquor, loud music, and so many people, the house couldn’t hold them all. We’d spill out into the yard.”

“What about the neighbors?” she asked.

“The neighbors were all fraternities and sororities,” I answered. “Their members were at the parties. The police were called so many times, we knew their names. We even knew the names of their wives and their children. ‘Hey, Officer Bob. How’s little Billy? Is he over the flu?’”

“You didn’t.”

“We did, it was a sad thing.” I tried to look sad, but the memories of those days caused me to smile.

“So, what happened to put you on probation?”

“A girl claimed she was gangbanged at a party,” I said.

“What? Jesus, Michael. What happened?” Karina was sitting up, staring at me, naked at the time. We were going to make love, so my attention was diverted.

“Stop looking at my tits, you pervert, and tell me what happened.”

“I’m not a pervert,” I said emphatically. “I’m a deviant. There’s a difference.”

“Stop ogling me you deviant and tell me what happened.” I gave her a mock sour look and continued my story.

“What happened was, she was gangbanged.”

“Shit. Michael!”

“To be fair, she wanted it to happen. It was only later someone else decided it wasn’t good for her image.”

“Are you making this up? What woman wants to be… god, gangbanged?” Karina was having a hard time believing me.

“She did. She hadn’t been the first to get drunk, start making out with one of the guys, then been happy to make out with more than one at the same time until she was naked.”

“How did they do it? I mean, what happened?” Karina stopped herself and took a deep breath. “What were the mechanics?”

“In her case, one guy would be in her pussy while she blew another guy.”

“Umm… did you… you know… participate?”

“I may, or may not, have watched,” I answered. Karina was almost quivering with delight.

“Tell me everything.” She looked eager.

“Only if I can ogle your body.”

“Okay, you can look as much as you want, but only I can touch.” Karina adjusted how she was sitting so I could see the light blonde fuzz on her pussy. “How’s that?”

“You look perfect,” I told her. “It started just like I told you. She was young, only a sophomore. She shouldn’t have even been there, but we didn’t check IDs,” I began. “She was pretty, she might have been a prom queen at some little high school a few years earlier. Now, she was in a bedroom with the door open, in a heavy make-out session with one of the black football players.”

“She was with a black guy?” Karina sounded scandalized, but she was using her right hand to rub her thigh near her pussy. I’m not sure she realized what she was doing.

“Not just a black guy,” I said. “But a big black guy. The guy started for the varsity, so he was big. Also, I’d seen him in the shower, and he was big in other ways, too.”

“He had a big cock?” Karina whispered. Her index finger was resting on her damp clitoris, making small circles.

“I was just a pledge then, but I knew the rules. If one of the football players was in a bedroom with a girl and the door was open, it was an invitation to the other players.”

“What if the girl didn’t want all those guys?” Karina was slowly massaging her pussy. Seeing her touch herself was a first for me. My imagination was fired up, I wanted to see my wife masturbate.

“If she made a fuss, they’d leave and close the door. There were plenty of women at those parties, and a lot of the players didn’t like… you know… doing it with other guys in the room,” I told her. “But this girl wasn’t shy.”

“Where you there? Did you see it? What was it like? Did you… fuck her?” Karina was hanging on my every word.

“I was in the room, but I wasn’t a football player, I was just a pledge,” I began. “The girl had been drinking, but I’m pretty sure she knew what was happening. When the other guys came into the room, she even started taking off her clothes like she knew what was going to happen, and she was getting ready.”

“She stripped for them? How far did she go?” I was surprised by my wife’s interest. She was completely engrossed in the story, her finger making wet sounds as she caressed her own pussy. I’d never seen her this hot from just talking.

“She took everything off, her blouse, her bra, her jeans, and panties. When she was completely naked, she got on her hands and knees and started blowing the guy she’d been making out with.”

“She was kneeling on the bed, naked? With all those black guys standing around?” Karina got on her hands and knees her mouth inches from my erection. “Was she like this? Could they see her pussy?”

“Yes, and remember, there was only one white guy in the room. I was standing against the closet door, just like I’d been ordered to. Her face was pointed toward me so I couldn’t see her pussy, but I could tell when the first guy started fucking her.”

“How… could you tell?” Karina licked my erection and played with her own clitoris at the same time.

“She’d been blowing the first guy, and when she felt the guy behind her push inside, she looked up and groaned… real loud, then she put her head back down and sucked the first guy harder. Until she couldn’t suck anymore.”

Karina took my cock out of her mouth. “Why couldn’t she? You know… suck?”

“Because they were fucking her too fast and too hard. They were so big… their cocks were so big. She couldn’t keep her mouth on the guy's dick,” I explained.

“You could see it?” Karina had straddled my lap and was working my hard-on inside her wet pussy.

“Only her head.” Sensations radiated from my cock to my brain, stopping rational thought. My wife’s hot, wet pussy was fantastic. She was into the story, her breathing fast and shallow, her eyes closed tightly.

“What happened? What was it like?” Karina gasped.

“She grunted every time a new cock started fucking her.”

“Oh… Michael… many guys?”

“A lot… maybe seven or eight guys. I watched her boobs bounce as they pounded her. After a while, she was on her back, and they kept going,” Karina was riding me fast and hard, her pussy making wet noises as she rubbed her clit while I fucked her.

“All those… guys… did they… god… finish inside ?”

“Yes, they all came inside her pussy. She begged them to come inside her. I think she came with each of them. Their cocks were so big, they must have been really deep,” I said, running out of breath.

“Deep… oh, Michael… do it… cum inside.” My wife froze against me, her face and chest bright red. I exploded as deeply inside her as I could reach.

Karina continued rubbing herself until she finally laid on my chest, my cock slowly softening inside her pussy. “Then what happened?”

“I was a pledge, so I was ordered to get a wet washcloth and clean her.”

“You didn’t!” Karina pushed herself up enough to look at me. “Tell me you did not clean that girl’s pussy. Did the whole thing turn you on?”

“I did clean her. At least I cleaned her until she took the washcloth from me and finished the job herself. And, yes it turned me on. I didn’t think I’d like watching, but I did.”

“I can’t believe you cleaned a woman’s pussy,” Karina said into my neck.

“Hey, I’d do the same for you.” I was trying to be funny.

“You know I would never do something like that,” Karina said. “I’m serious. I’d never put myself in a situation like she did.”

My wife and I cuddled for a while. “What happened to her?”

“There was a whole big deal. Somebody reported what had happened. Probably one of the other women at the party. There was an investigation that wouldn’t die down even after she testified it was her idea. She didn’t want anyone charged.”

“Did you have to testify?” Karina asked.

“No, it ended before.”

“How did it end?”

“She married the guy with the most to lose,” I said.

“No shit?”

“They’re still married,” I said.

“Wow. I guess she showed them.” Karina’s soft body was pressed against mine. I’d be awake for a long time, remembering that gangbang.

“The reason I’m telling you this because the woman was Judith and the man she married was Tyrone.”

Karina looked at me with surprised shock. “They’re still together?”

“From everything I’ve heard, they’re doing great.”

“What’s the story with Leon?” she asked.

“Almost all the football players had one goal in mind for themselves,” I said. “They wanted to be drafted by the pros.

“Tyrone was drafted late. He made it as far as the practice squad before his career ended. Leon was able to sign with a team undrafted and played a couple of games on special squads before he was done.”

Karina was impressed.

Chapter 2

Judith loved the idea of having dinner with us Saturday night. It was easy to like Judith. The pretty brunette had a warm, bubbly personality that drew people to her and made them comfortable.

In a moment of inspiration, I invited them to stay with us for the weekend. “You can use the guest bedroom, and Leon can crash on the couch. You’ll save the cost of motel rooms.”

My plan ran into some headwind with Karina, but by then, Judith had already accepted my invitation. Karina wasn’t opposed to them staying with us, she just didn’t know them yet.

I had become obsessed with the idea of watching Karina masturbate. I’d seen her touch herself when I told her about the gangbang, and I wanted to see more.

“I’d love it if you masturbated for me.” We were lying in bed, the day after I told her about Judith and Tyrone.

“Not a single chance in hell. Besides, I don’t masturbate, I never have,” she said.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire. Everybody masturbates. Everyone also has fantasies.”

“Not me, Naha.”

“Naha?” I was crawling between her legs. Karina liked it when I went down on her. I thought I was pretty good. I just didn’t get the reaction from her I’d heard women had to oral sex.

“Don’t start unless you plan on finishing,” Karina said, stroking my hair.

“If you masturbate for me, I’ll go down on you for… five minutes.” I licked the area where her clitoris should be, pressing my erection against her.