EROTICA | WIFE SHARING | SIZE QUEEN

The Surprise Houseguest (Part 7)

CATCHING A BIG ONE: BOOK 3. Casey had a lot to learn. Luckily, Rodrigo was an excellent teacher. And Kendra an eager student. Learning to tease and control to feed her bottomless capacity turned out to be harder for her husband than anything he had done with her before.

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The next day I woke up with an arm lying across my body. My wife was an active sleeper who moved around a lot. She was still softly snoring. I suspected she might sleep awhile after her active night and its frustrating end.

As carefully as I could, I eased out from under her, putting on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. Her husband needed some coffee.

Rodrigo was already up. “Would you mind if I used your phone again?” he asked. “Need to make some calls.”

I handed it to him. He walked into the living room. The first call must have been to the ex-wife. She yelled at him loud enough that I could hear her on the other end. Apparently, she took exception to his going out to sea by himself. He just smiled, letting her rant. He knew that outrage came from worry, reassuring her as best he could, telling her he was safe now.

His next call was to his insurance agent. He answered this time. I left Rodrigo to take care of business, walking into the kitchen, searching through cabinets for coffee. I set it to percolate in the coffeemaker once I’d found some.

Turning to the small TV, I listened to the dismal forecast. More rain expected, though thankfully letting up within a couple of days, slowing to heavy drizzle. By Friday, we might even get some clear skies. We can always hope. Sunday is our scheduled return date. That might get us a couple of fun days outdoors. Though we’re having so much fun indoors, we may not want to go out!

Before I could get too morose about the forecast, Rodrigo came in, set my phone on the cabinet next to me, and looked at the pot. It was almost ready.

“Got some good news on the boat front, at least,” he started. “Fully insured. I had paid for comprehensive boat insurance, which covers storms in Florida. There’s a deductible, but I would have had to pay that no matter what because of the damage to the dock. Looks like I’ll only be out a few thousand.”

“That’s good news. Could have been a lot worse.”

The coffee machine went off. I poured us both a cup.

“When can they do it?” I asked.

“Likely be awhile. Lots of damage claims are coming in because of Fiona, he told me. Caught more than just me by surprise.”

“So, what are we going to do until then?” I asked, more for my bride than for myself.

He looked down the hall to the bedroom, wanting to make sure she couldn’t hear.

“Nothing today,” he chuckled. “I’m going to have her crawling around, displaying herself to us, maybe even eating her a little. Nothing that would allow her release. By tonight, she will be so horny we’ll be lucky to get inside her before she blasts off. I wish we had some rope to tie her down. Your wife is seriously submissive. She would love being teased without relief.”

“Can’t help you there. Left all our bondage gear at home,” I chuckled, feeling weird about even implying we had any. “We might find something that would work in the garage.”

“You really didn’t know she was like this?” He seemed genuinely surprised.

“Not a clue. Not unhappy about her being this way, just wish I had seen it sooner. I could have been giving her what she needed before your arrival.”

“No time like the present. Isn’t that what they say? We won’t wake her. When she gets up, I’m hoping she’ll come in without clothes on. If she does, then be stern with her all day. Tell her what to do, expecting obedience. No need to be mean, just demanding.”

He got up to refresh his coffee, freshening my cup. “Here’s an idea for you,” he said. “Make sexual demands at random. Anything short of penetration. Request that she lean over in front of you, offering her sex to you. Tell her to hold her ass cheeks open so you can see closer. The key is not to touch. She’ll think this will signal something happening, hopefully getting her juices flowing. Then you just go back to reading or watching TV while she’s stuck in that position.”

“You are mean, my friend. She’ll hate that.”

“And it’ll make her so aroused, she’ll be a mess by this evening when all the rules will change. I’m going to fuck her so hard she’ll see stars. We should do this every day we’re stuck in the house. Merciless teasing during the day, humping like bohemians all night. Does that work for you?”

“Diabolically mean, is what it is,” I chuckled. “It’ll drive her crazy. Might only work for a couple of days, though, because she’ll figure out what we’re doing.”

“Who cares? For today and tomorrow, she’ll be on edge every minute. When the orgasms actually come, she’ll be flopping all over the bed, screaming like you’ve never seen. Oh yes. That one will get a serious…”

“Who will?” We heard from the hallway as Kendra walked into the kitchen. My naked wife came up to me, kissing me softly on the lips. Doing the same for Rodrigo. Whatever doubt I had about her wanting to stop ended with her staying naked. Rodrigo and I exchanged a quick glance. He smiled at the signal she was giving ‘her men.’

Rodrigo responded immediately. “We’ve heard there may be a slut here wanting to give us some free use for a few days. Do you know anyone?”

“I think I might,” she giggled.

Our guest looked at me, using his head to signal for me to start.

“Come over here,” I said to her.

“Gladly,” she said, “but first, I need coffee.”

A sudden stillness filled the room. Rodrigo stood straight up, catching all our attention. This enormous man took two steps toward her. Without saying a word, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting to drape her over his shoulder, carrying her back to the table, literally dropping her on the floor. He sat on the chair, ordering her to lie across his lap.

“Please… I just need some coffee.” She’s not wrong there. My wife has a coffee cup at home that says: ‘Instant Human. Just Add Coffee.’ This one never starts a day without a few cups.

Still, no words came from either of us. He expected her to do it. She looked nervously over at me. I pointed at the lap. She’d get no sympathy from me. A shudder ran through her as she gave in, positioning herself across him. His left hand held her firmly in place. With his right, he simply railed on those exposed ass cheeks. Spank after spank.

At first, she shrieked at the sudden move and what had to be very painful strikes. “Please… please…”

While he continued, he barked at her. “Submissives do not say no. They do what they are told. Free use, remember? You promised your hubby you would offer yourself whenever we wanted.”

He didn’t stop, but he started massaging her buttocks between increasingly harsh slaps. She groaned the first time he did it, crying out again when the spanking resumed. Even that was different. I could see her relax on his lap, no longer fighting him. The next time he massaged her, I thought she might climax right there. She mewled at the sudden change; relaxing more.

“You promised free use. Did you think that meant only when it was convenient?” The spanking began again. This time, she squirmed under him, her ass extending out to meet each slap.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered. “I’ll obey. Promise.”

I couldn’t believe her reaction. She looked ready to come from only his spanking.

He pushed her off his lap roughly, onto the floor. She was panting so hard that she struggled to get up. Rodrigo pointed at me to start again.

“Come here,” I said. There was no question of our expectations.

She moved in front of me. I turned her around to face Rodrigo, pushing on her shoulders for her to lean over.

“Spread your ass cheeks apart so I can get a better view,” I said. Not harshly, just with firmness. She trembled at the request, but did it, using her hands to hold herself open. Rodrigo joined me at that end of the table. Her blush of embarrassment was sweet to see.

We sat back down, pretending not to pay attention to her. We discussed the weather forecast. How long it would take to get crews out to fix the dock and haul his boat away. Anything except the pussy held open because we asked.

Her breathing was getting ragged after doing this for a while. Not just because of the odd angle. This was just as much about feeding her inner-slut. We forced her to stay in that position for 10 to 15 minutes.

“Get some coffee,” I finally said.

She straightened up, stretching muscles that had to be screaming at that point. Her look back at me with that wicked grin was priceless as she massaged her cheeks, now glowing a pleasant pink. Her first sip of coffee brought a brand of moaning all its own.

That’s how it went for the rest of the day. Rodrigo was much more ruthless than I was. He required her to crawl everywhere, told her to stop so he could spank her randomly as she passed by. He ordered her onto the sofa, her face buried in the cushions with her ass in the air. His tongue would savage her sex and clit just short of climax, then he would walk away as if it were nothing. Or he would tease her rear bud with his thumb while pushing his fingers into her. That really drove her wild because he never allowed a happy ending.

No sucking of him was permitted. That would be much too enjoyable for her, I guess.

I’ll confess, my actions were more selfish and surprisingly frustrating for me. I would pull my shorts down, demanding she suck on me, forcing her to stop just short of my cumming. Or I’d be reading a book, ordering her to kneel in front of me, placing her head on the floor. She would then spread her cheeks in her ‘display’ position until I told her to stop. This would only go on for a few minutes, but it was sure fun telling her to obey me!

As the day wore on, I could sense the growing sexual frustration. She needed relief. Rodrigo wasn’t about to give it to her. She fixed our meals, did our laundry, whatever we told her to do. I wondered a few times if she knew being ‘free use’ meant becoming a servant!

After dinner, he told her to crawl to the shower, get the water running. He had plans for her. When she left, I came up to him.

“That was fun! What’s next?” I asked.

He chuckled, gleefully rubbing his hands together like some cartoon villain. “She’s going to give us a good scrubbing, then you and I are going to give her what she really wants. A long and hard fucking. She’ll beg us to stop before we’re done with her.”

I looked down the hall as the shower water started, wondering if she would ever want to stop again. On the kitchen table last night, she only seemed to get more energized as she got hammered longer. My wife seemed to have a bottomless capacity for playing. She might outlast us all.

He slapped me on the back in that way I was getting used to. “Ready to give your wife a solid fucking?”

“God, yes! This day has been as frustrating for me as it has been for her.”

“She’s not the only one who needed to discover something about themselves,” he laughed.

I had no idea how true that would turn out to be!

To be continued in Part 8…

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