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Wicked Hot © 2018 by Patient Lee


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Table of Contents


Wicked Hot

Chapter One: It’s a Fantasy, Not a Plan

Chapter Two: Old School

Chapter Three: Give Me My Top, You Jerk

Chapter Four: Nothin’ Finer Than a Pipeliner








Wicked Hot

By Patient Lee



Chapter One: It’s a Fantasy, Not a Plan


BZZT: U should apply.

BZZT: No way!

BZZT: Y not?

BZZT: R U crazy?

BZZT: Long legs, big boobs- we’d be rich.

BZZT: U R crazy!


The Town Hall meeting was in its second hour. A local bar owner petitioned to turn his old tavern into a strip club. The PTA led the charge to block the zoning change necessary for renovation to begin, and despite the snow that continued to fall, most of the town residents showed up to voice an opinion. Kevin and Amy were lucky enough to claim seats before the high school auditorium filled to “standing-room-only” status, but not lucky enough to get seats together. Twenty minutes into the meeting, Kevin sent his first text to Amy.


BZZT: Maybe they’re looking 4 dancers. U should ask. ;-P


The suggestion kicked off two hours of naughty messages between them, each text further arousing both participants in the exchange.


BZZT: U wet yet?

BZZT: Dripping. U?

BZZT: Hard as a rock. Hiding w my jacket.

BZZT: Tee hee. =D

BZZT: Can we leave? Need BJ ASAP.

BZZT: PTA pres is next. Need to stay.


* * * *


“I don’t say this often, but thank god for your mother,” Kevin said as he pushed open the door between the garage and the mud room. “I am so glad the kids are at her house tonight.” He tossed his heavy coat, hat, and gloves on the floor.

Amy tripped over a monster truck while she rushed to kick off her boots. She unbuttoned her jeans before they hit the floor. “I know. There’s no way I’ll be quiet tonight.”

“Wine?” Kevin asked. He struggled with the buttons on his shirt before giving up and ripping it over his head.

“Absolutely. That was a long-ass meeting.” Amy discarded her shirt and bra, as they stumbled toward the stairs. Panties and boxers joined the clutter on the floor as they reached the entrance to the kitchen.

They flipped on the lights, unconcerned that their neighbors might see them through the frosted-over window panes. Amy reached for the glasses. Kevin pulled the cork on the chilled Chardonnay. As he poured, Amy stood behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and put her hand around his stiff cock. She stroked him slowly and rubbed her erect nipples on his naked back. He turned and handed her a glass. She swallowed half the wine in one gulp. “Thanks. Every meeting should end with Chardonnay.”

She filled her mouth with the cold liquid. Kevin sipped his wine slowly and grinned as his wife sank to her knees in front of him. Amy opened her mouth and guided his hard cock inside, causing him to shiver.

Ah. That’s cold,” he said with delight. He ruffled her hair as the wine warmed to the temperature of her mouth. She swallowed the wine and got down to the business of sucking his cock while he replaced the glasses on the counter.

Neither Kevin nor Amy had any sexual experience with other partners. They met in high school, waited a respectable year before going all the way, and married right after college. Three kids later, they still kept enough spice in their sex life, and they had never strayed outside of their marriage.

Even with no one else to compare to, Kevin believed that Amy gave a pretty damned good blow job, especially as they got older. Maybe it was the confidence that comes with four decades of life experience. Maybe Amy felt less inhibited after three pregnancies and three hospital deliveries. Whatever it was, sex had only improved with age, and Kevin was sure that Amy gave the best head possible.

She glanced up and smiled while she sucked him. She started slow and gentle and sucked harder as she took more of him into her mouth. Her long tongue licked up and down the underside of his shaft while the top suctioned to the roof of her mouth.

Mmm . . . I think you should consider applying for a job at that strip club,” he half-teased, half-moaned.

He held her head and fucked her mouth for a moment, sliding his cock along her tongue toward her throat. He was close to coming. When she cupped his balls, he knew he’d lose it before they even got started. He pulled out of her mouth and helped her to her feet.

“I do love a good Chardonnay blowjob," he said.

“Your cock was so swollen. I knew you were close. You didn’t want to come in my mouth?”

“Nope,” he replied as he turned her around and pushed her toward the kitchen table.

When Kevin bent her over the table, the cold surface of the vintage Formica tabletop assaulted her tits, making her feel deliciously naughty. She wiggled her ass at Kevin. “Fuck me, Hon. Make me scream.”

Kevin lined his cock up to her wet pussy and entered her hard and fast. He rubbed her ass while he fucked her, stinging her cheeks with an occasional swat. She liked to be spanked, especially when taking it from behind. The head of his cock rubbed against her G-spot when he leaned into her pussy, and the pleasure and pain combination pushed her towards orgasm. She moaned loudly. Kevin stopped and ran his fingernails down her back and sore bottom. “Let’s go upstairs. I want to eat you.”

They ran upstairs to their bedroom with Kevin in the lead. Amy caught him at the top of the stairs and grabbed his cock. “I will jerk you off right here.”

“No, you won’t,” he said, scooping her into his arms and causing her to shriek. He carried her to the bed, placed her gently on her pillow, and grabbed her tits. He put his mouth against hers and poked his tongue between her lips to meet her tongue. They made out like they did when they were teenagers—sloppy and frantic.

Kevin’s hand reached between Amy’s legs, and he poked his middle finger into her wetness. “I’ll say that you’re turned on.” He pushed her legs apart and knelt between them.

When his tongue met her clit, Amy moaned. Knowing the kids weren’t home to hear, she said, “That’s it. Right there. Lick my pussy.” Kevin’s hands reached up to pinch her nipples. Amy held Kevin’s head and twisted his hair through her fingers.

Kevin stopped licking, and he propped himself on top of her. “Sorry, hon. I need to fuck you.”

“Well, that’s good because I need you to fuck me.” Her voice betrayed her desperation.

He mounted her from the top. As he slid his cock in and out of her, he asked the question that always made her blush and avoid answering. “What do you fantasize about?”

She gave her standard answer: “A massage on the beach in Tahiti. You know, in one of those little huts over the water?” She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts.

“No. Really. I want you to tell me. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “I can smell your pussy on your fingers when you do.”

“What? You never said anything about that!” She smacked his shoulder, grateful for the darkness hiding her red cheeks.

“I don’t mention it. I enjoy knowing you’ve been enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, my god. I am so embarrassed to have this conversation.” She tried to roll away from him.

Kevin held her down by the shoulders. He kept his cock buried in her pussy and looked into her eyes. “Amy, I’ve loved you for twenty-five years. Please trust me. It excites me to know what excites you.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. Fantasies are fantasies. They’re not meant to be played out.” There was a long pause as he continued to fuck his wife in silence. “Do you want to know what I fantasize about?” he asked in a quiet, husky voice.

She nodded and continued to rock her hips into him.

“When I’m jerking off in the shower or whatever, I fantasize about watching you have sex with another guy.”

“Seriously?” He had often made jokes about inviting one of her girlfriends for a threesome, but there was none of the familiar teasing in his voice. “You think about me having sex with another man? Any man in particular?”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “I have imagined many times how wicked hot it would be to watch you go down on another guy. I don’t see his face in this image though.”

Amy took a sharp breath and shuddered. Kevin continued fucking her for a moment before pulling out of her and putting his head back between her legs. He licked her pussy while she digested what he said.

“But wouldn’t that make you jealous?” she half-asked, half-moaned.

“It’s a fantasy, not a plan,” he said, sounding a little like Daffy Duck with his tongue against her clit. “Think about it with me. Imagine yourself on your knees in front of him, sucking him off.”

Amy took a deep breath and tried to relax. “And what are you doing while I’m blowing some faceless man?” she asked, finally playing along.

“I suppose I’d start by watching from the sidelines.” He chuckled. “Well, watching and jerking off, that is.”

“Where are you sitting?”

“In a chair, off to the side. I can see his cock sliding in and out of your mouth that way.”

“Are we naked?”

He paused before replying. “It’s hot either way. What do you think?”

Amy closed her eyes and tried to picture the scene in front of her. Finally she replied, “I think I’m naked and both of you have your clothes on. He can stick his cock out of his fly for me.”

It was getting too difficult to talk while licking Amy’s pussy, so he lay down next to her. “Get on top of me. I want to play with your tits while we talk.”

Amy pushed the image the next step further as she sat down with his cock piercing her pussy. “So, am I just blowing this mystery man? Or will there be some fucking involved?”

He laughed. “I don’t usually get to that part, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh.” There was a long silence. Amy closed her eyes while Kevin tweaked her nipples.

“Ok, my love. Your turn. Spill it.”

“Please don’t make me. I’m so embarrassed.” She leaned her head back to avoid eye contact.

“Roll over. Don’t look at me. Just whisper it.” Amy rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow. Kevin propped himself up and began to massage the knots from Amy’s shoulders and neck. After several minutes of silent rubbing, he asked again, “What do you fantasize about?” Amy paused, and Kevin was just about to give up. He heard a muffled whisper coming from the pillow. “I didn’t hear you, Honey. Say it again.” His voice was a whisper.

Her voice was as soft as his. “I fantasize about having sex with another woman.”

Kevin stopped in his tracks and did a double take. “Are you serious?”

“C’mon. I’m embarrassed enough,” she wailed into her pillow. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not making fun.” He shook his head in disbelief. Could this possibly be the same woman who would cover her eyes during a girl-on-girl scene when they watched Spice Channel porn together all those years ago? “Are we talking about oral sex here?”


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