Pizza Dare to Hotwife

It was my idea, really, so I'm not sure I can complain all that much. Still, Taylor owes me now, and I'm planning on taking some sweet revenge one of these days.

We'd planned it out perfectly, so it should have worked perfectly. And maybe, in some ways, it did, just not in the way we intended.

I'll start by admitting that I'm a bit of a voyeur--well, maybe more than a bit--it's one of those urges, like an itch I've never been able to properly scratch. Of course, there are videos out there that pretend to be voyeuristic, even covering part of the camera with blinds or part of a blanket. But those are never real, and something in them, I'm not sure what, always manages to give it away. Every once in a while, you come across a true "hotwife" video, where some husband is filming his wife getting sexed up by a big cock. I collect as many of these as I can. But even that isn't really all that satisfying. There's always been something missing--call it the "true life" factor.

My wife, Taylor, would be the perfect solution for this if she was a little more open-minded. She's no prude. We have a healthy sex life together. But she's very shy in front of anyone besides me. She isn't even really all that comfortable going out to the neighborhood pool. She spends most of her time covered up in a towel, sitting under an umbrella, hidden in shade.

It's a shame, too, because she is so incredibly hot. Jet black hair that frames a beautiful face with deep brown eyes. Her breasts are C cups with sexy large areolas. Not that anyone ever really gets to see them. Her best quality by far, though, is her long, tapered legs. She's tall, tall enough that she played center for her high school basketball team, and at 28 still has a sleek, athletic build. That's sort of always been the only problem between us: height. She's six feet tall, and though I'm not exactly short, I'm not six feet. More like five foot eight. It's always embarrassed her a little that I'm shorter--it's not the norm, I know. I never gave it a second thought, but I catch her slumping in pictures sometimes to make us seem closer in size. And I suppose there are certain things a girl wants, like having to reach up to kiss her man.

All I've ever wanted in the world is to show her off to someone else. I've always been turned on by stories and videos of husbands sharing their wives, and what I've always wanted most is to watch her getting truly fucked by some other man.

But who am I to make demands? I'm willing to settle for far less--even a little showing off. Over the years, I've tried to talk her into everything--flashing truckers at night on the interstate, visiting a nudist camp, even masturbating online behind a mask. She's had none of it. I've begged and needled incessantly. For almost two straight years, I've tried to talk her into something, anything. Two weeks ago, she finally agreed to something. Completely innocuous, nothing risky, but hell, better than nothing, right?

I'd come across a string of videos online where women answer the door for pizza delivery guys in towels or skimpy outfits and then manage to give the guy a nice peak of boobs or ass or pussy. Taylor saw a couple of these videos, and she had to admit that they were pretty hot. We had some amazing sex after watching them, and

I saw my opening.

It still took a couple of months of convincing, but eventually, she agreed to give it a try, and we came up with a plan. We would drive down to a little town a couple of hours away and get a hotel room for the weekend. No way was she risking anyone we know finding out. The first night, Taylor would get herself dolled up and put on one of the hotel's smaller towels and nothing else. We'd phone a pizza place. When the delivery boy showed up, she'd drop her money, and -- pow -- the towel would drop, and he'd get the view of his lifetime. We'd set up a laptop on one of the dressers with a good view of the door and record the whole thing for later viewing. Just for good measure, I also planned to station myself in the car outside with a wireless connection so I could watch it all unfold in real time on my Android. Afterward, we'd fuck like maniacs, and there'd be beer and plenty of pizza.

You know what they say about the best-laid plans, though.

We set it all up as we had talked about it. It wasn't easy to keep my hands off of her on the drive down. She put her feet up on the dashboard as I drove, her toes painted pale pink, her long, sexy legs shining in the sun. By the time we made it to the hotel, I was within an inch of calling the whole thing off and simply taking her on the double bed. I knew she was nervous about the whole thing and that if I suggested a way out, she'd take it.

Somehow I managed to control myself, though. Even once she'd called the pizza place and begun undressing, I still managed to keep it together. It wasn't easy watching her slip the skirt off and step out of it or pull the blank tank top over her head. Seeing her wrap the white towel around herself so that the ends were barely able to come together over her full breasts was almost unbearable. But I went ahead and trudged out to the car. The show would be more than worth it, I promised myself. Once there, I opened my laptop and hunkered down in the seat so I wouldn't be obvious in the parking lot.

On the screen, Taylor paced nervously back and forth in front of the door. Every now and then, she'd smile at the camera, and once or twice, she stopped pacing long enough to look at me and say, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Still, I could tell by the look on her face that she was determined to go through with it.

When the knock on the door finally came, she must have jumped three feet. I thought she might drop her towel right then, but she managed to hold it up with one expert hand. She took a deep breath and turned the door handle. In the door stood a boy who couldn't have been more than 19, tall, with shaggy dark hair and a pizza in one hand. He seemed startled by what he saw, and initially, I saw, his eyes went to the floor, unwilling to look Taylor in the eye or even let on that anything was odd or unusual.

Taylor apologized for her state. How ironic can you be, right? Like he was going to complain. "Sorry, I was just getting out of the shower." She gave a nervous little laugh. "How much was it again?"

He finally managed to look up from the floor and say, "18."

"Ok, hang on," she said and turned to the table by the door. She picked up the twenty and the five lying there and was turning to hand them to him when she "dropped" the bills on the hotel carpet. She was amazing--it was like she'd had acting lessons. In an instant, she bent over to pick up the twenty fumbling her towel to the floor in the process. She gave a little gasp--great acting or genuine anxiety over the whole thing--and quickly grabbed the towel up from the floor, holding it loosely with one hand so that, really, it didn't do much to cover her long body.

The pizza boy had gotten an eyeful, for sure. Her long naked legs, her bent torso, her breasts bouncing as she scrambled for the towel, all clearly on view for him, if only for a second or two. And as she stood there, trying to get the towel back into place and blushing all the while, she kept shifting it up and down, trying to get a handle on it. As she did so, the small black patch of curly hair between her legs would pop into display and then vanish again. In order to get the towel back around herself, she virtually had to take it completely off and wrap it back around. All of this happened in a flash--you know how quick women are with things like this--but I had watched, and he had been unable to take his eyes away from her naked body. He was transfixed.

By this point, I was about as stiff as I could possibly be. I had been looking forward to this for months and with serious anticipation for a week. I had jerked off thinking about it even before I knew Taylor would agree. And now I'd gotten to watch it all unfold.

Even as fast as it had all happened, knowing someone else had seen my wife nude from head to toe damn near made me explode in the car.

But then something else happened, and I'm still not exactly sure what. She's never really explained it to me, so I'm not sure she knows either.

Taylor stepped towards him to get the pizza and to hand him the money, and there she was, right in front of him. She had to look up into his eyes underneath the hair that hung down over his face. He had a good four or five inches on her in height--I hadn't initially realized just how tall he was. And I saw it happen then, something in her face. It's hard to describe. It's not like she fell in love with the guy or anything. I know her too well for that. But something went through her mind and flashed in her eyes for an instant that I never thought I would see in her. It was excitement--stiff, nervous excitement, but excitement for sure. It was as though all in an instant, she had sized up the possibility that she would ever get to fuck someone this tall if she didn't take the chance now. And though she wasn't completely sure of herself, I could see the determination in her face.

On her bare feet, she took a couple of quick steps behind him and closed the door. I noticed particularly that she turned the lock on the deadbolt. I wasn't going to be invited to this party even if I wanted to be. For the first thirty seconds or a minute, I was angry. I considered storming the room, busting a window, and playing the jealous husband. And I must confess, I felt my fair share of jealousy over what happened next. But I suppose I was too intrigued by watching her to make a move--and going in angry would have meant big trouble. Neighbors, hotel security, maybe police. I wasn't sure I was mad enough and jealous enough to face all of that, and I guess I wasn't. I slid farther down into my seat, looked around to see no one was outside watching over my shoulder, and settled down with my laptop, wondering where this might go and if I could really take it.

He was surprised when she closed the door, to say the least. But from behind him, she dropped her towel and wrapped her arms around his waist. He stood there, stunned, as she pressed her nude body against his. Then she wormed her way around him until they were standing face to face. She reached her hand up, put it behind his head, and pulled him down towards her. Standing on tiptoes, she reached up and kissed him on the mouth. He still seemed uncomprehending, but he was docile enough and kissed her back. She knelt down then, making herself vulnerable and, using both hands, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He took them down himself, kicking off shoes, jeans, and underwear all together. Then he stood and waited to see what she would do next. So did I.

Reaching forward, she wrapped one hand around the shaft of his semi-hard cock and then took the head of it in her mouth. She held it there, still, as he grew fully erect. She took her mouth off then, continuing to stroke him while she looked at him, considering. It was the first penis she'd seen in person other than mine, and she clearly wanted to take the time to think it over. For his own part, he seemed unsure what to do. I had a hard time believing he'd never had a woman blow him, but even if he was fairly experienced for his age, a moment like this must have taken him by surprise. He alternated between looking down at her and looking up at the ceiling, always keeping his hands at his sides as though he was afraid to touch her. His cock had at least two full inches on mine--call it nine inches. His legs were long and lanky, and where Taylor's hands ran over his stomach, I could see a flat belly. He seemed too nervous even to get his shirt off.

After she had played with his cock for a little with her hand, her dark eyes locked on it, drinking in every contour of it. Then, she began to work on it in earnest. Her tongue was all over it, licking the head, following the underneath of the shaft down, and licking his balls. Then she gobbled the whole thing into her mouth and began to suck, moving him in and out, fucking him with her mouth. His hips began to move at that point, the first sign that he was actually participating in what was happening. As her mouth continued to work up and down on him, her arms moved up and down his legs, his long muscular legs. Then they wrapped around his waist, her hands holding his ass and pushing more and more of him into her mouth.

This went on for some time. I could hear him moan softly every now and then and the soft wet gurgling noises that went with this young kid's cock going in and out of my wife's wet mouth. You could see how her saliva glistened on it from tip to base. I knew what that felt like, her soft lips and firm tongue, and it was an odd experience to think about how it felt but to know someone else was feeling it.

She stood up then and again moved close to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, standing on tiptoe, and kissing him deeply, this time their naked bodies pressed together, his cock jammed against her firm stomach. She was clearly in charge, but he did have the sense to do one thing--he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, where he dropped her gently on the coverlet. As she lay there on the bed, writhing her body and sliding her hands over her boobs and down to her pussy, he stood over her and removed the rest of his clothes. Then he bent down beside the bed and, taking her by the hips, pulled her to the edge.

She spread her legs wide for him, her knees bent, as he gently touched the lips of her cunt with a forefinger. He, too, it seemed, wanted to experience this moment with his eyes, to really see her. And it was obvious that she wanted him to look at her. She slid closer to him to give a better vantage, and he stroked a finger down her slit, gently rubbing it, his eyes fixed on the pink between her lips, the warm red hole and her clit that I knew from experience was already standing at attention.

He bent down, then, putting his head between her legs, and began to lick her, delicately at first. I saw her body shiver and heard her moan. It was an unusual experience this--sitting two hundred feet away, watching my wife suck her first cock other than mine, and now watching this stranger push his tongue all around and up inside of her. Her hand went to his head, her fingers running through his hair and gently pressing his face into her. Her eyes closed, and her head rolled back as she enjoyed the attention he gave her clit and labia. Her feet, which had been perched on the edge of the bed, her knees almost pressed back against her belly, now swung up in the air until they were positioned on his shoulders. At the same time, she wriggled her bottom down to the very edge of the bed so that her whole groin was pressed into his face. I couldn't see what he was doing at this point, but from the way her hips lifted slightly off the bed, I could tell that she was guiding his tongue with her body, pushing him into her asshole, then sliding herself down so that his tongue slithered up to her clit where she ground herself against his face and chin before raising her hips and starting the whole process again.

"Yeah, lick me," she said, the first words that had been spoken between the two of them. "Oh yeah, baby." I felt a shiver of jealousy then. She had never called anyone else "baby" before, never mind letting someone else work her like this with his mouth. She was getting close to coming now, I could tell. Her breathing had gotten short and shallow. She had also settled her hips onto the bed now and, rather than making his tongue work her up and down, was pushing herself forward and backward into him.

I watched her belly move forward and backward, her breasts moving up and down with her panting. Her lips parted, and her eyes closed. Her hips rocked back and forth, and her hands dug into his hair, taking fistfuls. She screamed then, first in one gasp for breath as her body tensed, and then in a long series of rhythmic wails: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.... shit, oh yeah, oh yeah, suck me, baby, oh yeah, I'm coming in your mouth, oh my God..."

He kept his face there like a champion as her soft brown thighs squeezed his head tightly, her orgasm coming in waves and waves. She came for what seemed like five minutes, moaning softly near the end and even murmuring, "Thank you. Oh God, that was so good."

He seemed still not to know what to do with himself. He stayed there on his knees, looking at the dark wetness his mouth had left between her legs, the glistening lips of her pussy, and the engorged clit he had been sucking with such abandon. Even his hands remained at his sides as though he still didn't quite know what to do with them. Her eyes were closed, but she knew he was watching her, looking at her. She moved her hands down to her pubic hair and ran her fingers through it, then ran an index finger gently over her labia.

Realizing at a certain point that he wasn't going to do anything to help out, she finally rolled over on her side with a little sigh. Then she sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. I watched as she walked over to where he was still on his knees, and his eyes followed her, too. She stood in front of him, her hands on her breasts, looking at him now, directly in his eyes, watching him watch her. He sat back on his ass on the bare carpet, his knees still up, his arms supporting his weight behind him. It was astonishing, really. After all this, he still wasn't sure what to do.

She moved her feet so that she could stand directly over him, and he had no choice but to lay his legs flat on the floor. Bending her own knees, Taylor slowly lowered herself until her knees were on the floor, her pussy just above the boy's lower belly, her long legs stretching out beside his.

Reaching down between her own legs, she found the shaft of his cock and grasped it in her hands. Pulling it towards her, she scooted her ass gently back and pushed the head into her pussy.

"Mmmmmm" she gasped as he slid slowly in. From my vantage point, I was seeing her back, and I watched as her ass rose in the air. I could see clearly as her pussy swallowed him bit by bit until her ass rested on top of his balls, all of him up inside of her.

"So deep" she said, as she rocked forward, his cock sliding back out of her until only the head remained inside.

She leaned her whole body forward then, pressing her nipples against his stomach, kissing his chest. He remained almost motionless as she worked her hips up and down, her pussy gobbling him. Her arms reached up to cradle his head. Pulling it down to hers, she kissed him deeply. I could see the pink of her ass hole, and I could practically feel what this young boy was feeling as he lay there beneath my wife, her tongue wrapping around his as she fucked him.

Again and again, she slid back and forth over him. I was impressed by his staying power. I like to think I'm a great lover, but I can't last long with Taylor's hot body stretched out over me, her hips working me, and her long legs beside mine. But I suppose between being 19 and still being in a bit of shock, he probably couldn't feel everything in that moment. Too bad. I was certainly feeling it on his behalf.

I could hear her beginning to pant again, too, though I couldn't see it. He might not be feeling anything, but this kid's cock was about to make her come again. As she continued to work him, though, she took his hand in hers and held it. "Fuck me," I heard her whisper to him. "Fuck me."

He began to move his hips too then, meeting her thrusts with his own. She squeezed his hand again, and pulling his arm up behind her she positioned his hand on her ass. He moved his other hand up then, too, so he was cupping both sides of her ass, and as they fucked harder, he began lifting her up and slamming her down onto his cock with his hands, her panting getting louder and louder as he did so. She seemed to give up on her own thrusts and simply let him move her body for her, let him make her fuck him like a doll.

I could hear her reaching the absolute edge. As she did so, she reached her hands behind her again and, putting her hand over his, she guided his middle finger down to the hole of her ass and helped him push it in. I watched, truly jealous now, as this kid did something my arms simply weren't long enough to do--his finger going in one end of her while his cock slammed into the other end.

Again, she screamed and almost seemed to lose control of herself as her hips bucked and whipped back and forth on top of him. She leaned herself back so that he was completely inside her, to the very hilt. She put both hands down between her legs and began to rub her clit furiously. As she did so, her orgasm only built further, and she began to bounce herself up and down, screaming out as she did so. There were no words--only screams. It lasted for minutes until, at last, she collapsed and lay on him, utterly spent. I thought for a moment that she had passed out. But I heard her say as she lay there, her tits pressed on his chest -- "You are so good."

They lay there like that for another ten minutes, his cock still inside her. I knew from experience what it felt like to lie there, feeling the walls of her cunt throb around me, her warm, sweaty body moving slowly with her breath. Again, I lost of track of time. I can't possibly explain what I was feeling at that point. There was some jealousy, as I've said. There was a guy lying beneath my wife, his cock stuck inside of her wet hole. But in another way, I felt like I had fucked her myself. I knew what every move she'd made felt like, what she smelled like. And, of course, I was so hard that it ached. I dared not touch it, knowing I would lose it completely.

Finally, she rolled off of him, making one more moan as his cock slid out. I could see she was exhausted from their love making, and her knees were wobbly. But she managed to drag herself back onto the bed, where she lay back, her eyes closed.

"I want you to come," she said to him where he sat on the floor, seemingly waiting to see if he was dismissed or if this fantasy was going to go on. It was only at this point that I realized he hadn't yet. "I want to make you come. And I want you to come inside me. I want your come inside me."

Still looking like a deer caught in the headlights, he stood up then, his full height now obvious, his cock standing straight out. She looked at him, looked at his cock hungrily, and then, looking him in the eyes said, "Fuck me, baby. Come inside me." And I could tell by the look on his face and the little jump his cock made in anticipation that he would.

She pulled her knees up, spreading her thighs to invite him in. He seemed to have more purpose now. He took his own cock in his hand and stroked it once or twice as he supported his weight above her with his other arm. Then, positioning the head at her hole, he let his weight slowly down onto her.

She lay there for a moment--I knew she was tired. She was getting a complete workout. But as he moved in and out of her slowly, she brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, her two feet pressed against his ass. I knew what she was after then. She wanted to make him come, to know that she had satisfied him, this kid. Doing that would make her come even more than she'd already done.

She began to whisper to him, trying with everything in her to make him come. It was a challenge. "Yeah, fuck me." She said, looking him dead in the eye. "Fuck my pussy. Put your cock in my pussy. You're the biggest cock I've ever had inside me" (this was, technically, the truth). "I love your cock inside me. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel your cock shoot up inside me, I want to feel all that sticky come."

He was moving faster, and it was clear that her feet wrapped around him together with her dirty talk were starting to have an effect. I could feel his breathing begin to get ragged now, as his hips moved faster, his cock going deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh yeah, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she yelled in time with each of his thrusts. "If you'll come for me, I'll lick your come off your cock when you're done." He moved faster. "I'll stick my fingers in my pussy and pull all your hot sticky come out and suck it down." Faster. "I love you, baby. Fuck me, fuck me."

He leaned down, put his lips against her neck, and began to come with wild abandon, his cock shoving itself almost impossibly into her. In an instant, she was over the edge, too. Just like that, his orgasm had triggered something in her mind that brought her own on. "I can feel you come," she screamed. "Come in me." I watched as her legs pulled even more tightly around his waist, and her toes curled up in the air as she came harder than I've ever seen her come. It seemed she could not stop screaming. She was almost crying, so intense was the orgasm, and he continued to fuck slowly as his own orgasm came in wave after wave, his semen spurting up inside her with each wave.

She lay there, sobbing, as he lay still inside of her until the last of his spasms seemed to have subsided. Then, slowly, he pulled his spent cock out of her, still mostly hard and dripping his own come. He rolled over and lay on his back, his own energy spent.

But as his eyes looked over at her, she reached down between her legs, stuck two fingers into her pussy, and pulled them out dripping with come. She brought them up to her mouth and stuck them in, licking the come from her fingers and swallowing with relish. He only smiled, but I saw that his penis gave another jerk of one more spasm. It was what she had wanted. She sat up and, kneeling over him, put her mouth over his cock and began to lick him clean. I watched as his body twitched, and I knew that his cock was spurting out a last couple of drops. She kept her mouth firmly on his cock, allowing him to come in her warm, wet soft mouth, her lips seeming to hold the shaft. Slowly, she moved her mouth off, almost kissing the tip as the head slid out bit by bit.

She rolled over on her own back, and the two lay there breathing heavily. When at last he seemed to have calmed, she turned her head to him. "Thank you," she said again. But she said it in such a way that it was clear--clear to her, clear to him, clear to me--that they were done and that, as much fun as it had been, it was time for him to go.

He didn't argue. How could he have? This boy who had let my wife guide him through each move didn't seem to know even what had happened. He stood up slowly and began to dress. My wife watched him, leaning on one elbow, a lusty leer on her face. When he was dressed, he went to the door, unlocked it, strode to his car, and drove away. Taylor lay back and waited.

I didn't say anything when I came in, and neither did she. I went to the computer and shut down the camera. Then I stripped quickly and came to her, where she lay on the bed. She opened her legs and let me in. She lay still as I pumped her, letting me fuck her and just feeling me -- observing. I came fast, the come virtually bursting out of me. She didn't, only lay there letting me fuck her. But she smiled a soft, knowing smile as I did.

Then we showered, opened a couple of cans of beer, turned on the TV, and had some lukewarm pizza.

Nothing had turned out like I had planned, and I still don't quite know what I feel about what happened. But I think we both know that she owes me now. Right?