A few weeks past, and Hillary and I planned a vacation to Orlando. Not for kids, but around the time of Halloween Horror nights. She said she was packing good bikinis, dresses, tight pants, heels, and a romper that would blow my mind. I had to look up what ROMPER meant. She wanted to get 'slutty' now that she'd been working out and could fit in short shorts without cellulite.
The day came and we made our way to the airport. I'd seen her outfits and was excited to say the least. There was some commotion with her bags. But they let us through after she had to explain some things. We went to a 'Wing and Beer' place and sat down. She was already ordering shots and beers. She looked good in a tight tank top, denim jacket and tight black yoga pants.
“HEY GUYS!” I heard a familiar voice. It was Bill. My face went red, as Hillary stood up, hugged him and kissed his lips. We drank some beers and I was sort of quite again. Bill sat in the middle of us, and Hillary and Bill were making out, and his hands were on her crotch.
Bill went to piss, and I looked at my wife with anger. She opened her legs unintentionally (I think) showing a puffy camel-toe of pussy, and a wet spot over her crotch. “Bill's coming with,” she crossed her legs. “Don't make a big deal....we'll all have fun.”
We got wasted and made our way to the terminal. Hillary went up to 'get better seats', but when she came back she handed Bill a ticket. I finally realized what it meant when I sat in row 13 and she passed me until she reached the back with Bill. They happily put their bags over head and sat down. In minutes they were ordering more drinks.
The flight was short, but Bill and my wife were making out the whole time. I got up to use the bathroom, and walked by. There was a blanket over their crotches, but there was clear movement, even in the dark over Bill's dick. They weren't kissing, just watching some movie now.
I looked back at one point to see Hillary wasn't there. The bathroom light read “occupied”. I waited and watched Bill. He finally stood up, and walked to the bathroom door when the flight attendants were on the other end. It was dark and the people in the back were asleep. Bill knocked, and the door swung open slowly. He entered.
Five minutes later, still watching I saw my wife come out with a smile. Some young college dudes were watching and snickering. Bill came out three minutes later. Only a few people knew what had happened. My buddy had fucked my wife on a plane. The mile high club as it was called.
We got to Orlando, rented a car, and drove to the resort. It was off the amusement park road. The suite was huge. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, full kitchen and deck. Hillary took pictures for instagram. I went out on the deck with Bill, we each had a whiskey. We agreed it would be a fun trip, as we watched the sun drop over the golf course in the back yard. Bill asked if I wanted another and I said yes, and lit up a cigar. It was his idea.
Ten minutes past and he didn't return. I stood up and walked into the suite.
“OH...OH...OH!” I heard Hillary moaning. I slowly crept past the den and the kitchen down the hall. I noticed the master bedroom door still open. So I slowly crept up, and saw Bill on top of my wife, his jeans down by his ankles, bare ass flexing as he humped in and out of her pussy. Her feet in socks were up in the air, her yoga pants smooshed up by her ankles. I could see him pumping from behind. Her pussy was dripping around his cock. “OHHH BABBBBE!” She cooed, and I could see her pussy convulse on his dick, sending sprays of her clear cum out and then down onto the bedsheets.
“OH FUCK!” Bill's back arched, and I watched him cum inside my wife. She merely looked at his face with a smile, as he buried his cock inside her cunt and cum began to dribble out. I slipped back down the hall, hard as a diamond now.
Bill came out with whiskey, and we lit some cigars. I still wasn't good at bringing up the elephant in the room. It was embarrassing. Maybe that's why he knew he could do it. I asked where my own wife was to my buddy. He told me she wanted to look good EVERY night we were here. He'd 'seen' her in this next outfit, and 'man your wife is hot in it' he told me.
After two hours, she called from the kitchen. “YOU GUYS BOUGHT VODKA RIGHT!” She shouted. We had. “One of you assholes make me a drink.” She called.
We both got up and walked inside. “OH SHIT!” I was the first to see her. The 'romper' was amazing. It was like tight top, with tight pants that looked like a skirt. The green material hugged her tits, and I could see that green bra. The romper had an almost cape/robe backing that wrapped around her waist. Hillary's dark thighs were on display, and I could see how well working out was doing for her thick muscular legs and calves. She wore blue strap wedge heels. Dark make-up, thick hoop earrings and straight hair finished the look. I had to admit it, for the first time in my life I can say my wife was drop dead gorgeous. She looked phenomenal.
“You like,” she sauntered over, looking at me. She was slightly taller than me, which was amazing since she was a pretty short girl She looked far older than her mid twenties. She had grace, maturity and a sexy aura about her. But she shocked me walking right past me to Bill's waiting arms. They began to kiss, and Bill's hands went around her back, instantly to her big firm ass.
“I love it,” he laughed, breaking the kiss. They pecked once more.
Hillary had her arms around his shoulders. “Get me a drink babe,” she looked to me.
I did as told, and made her a strong vodka drink. Hillary was in rare form, and I wanted it to go further. I met them on the deck, Her legs crossed, showing me her thick thighs and all her legs, while the back part draped over the seat. Her feet bobbed in the wedges. We drank as it got dark and laughed.
“I gotta crap,” Bill eventually said. I joked that it was the wings. I knew they'd get him.
My wife and I were alone finally. “Do I look good,” she smiled, and sucked on a cigarette. She rarely smoked but it looked so sexy in that outfit with that confident attitude.
“Phenomenal,” I told her. She remarked that was the first time I'd said something like that.
“I wanna see how hard it is,” she smiled looking at my dick reaching for it. For some reason I pulled back, even after seeing her display herself and watching them fuck. “Come on ya big baby. He won't be out for a bit.”
I unzipped my jeans and pulled my pants down, and my five inch cock flopped out. Hillary suck in smoke and blew it in my direction. “I want you to cum for me.” She told me.
I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. But she instructed me to jerk off. I told her I couldn't. She looked at me and ran a finger up her thigh. “I'm probably the hottest girl your going to see all night, and maybe down here. And I'm letting you jerk off to me. You should take the offer.” I began to jerk off slowly. But I was already so close. “I look good,” she said softly, “my tits, my ass, my legs, my face...don't I....” She asked. I nodded and began to pump harder. She blew smoke at my crotch and reached up to grip my balls with the hand that held the cigarette. I shot a load against the wall hard and fast and almost fell over.
“OH FUCK HILLARY!” I grunted cumming hard as she laughed and squeezed my balls. I began to spurt onto the floor and she let go of my nuts.
Hillary stood up, and she went into her purse. She pulled out the small cock cage, and walked behind me. “Sorry babe,” she kissed my ear. “That MAY be your last boner.” I pleaded with her to stop, but I just let her apply the cage, even assisted. She seemed so imposing in that outfit. Like I HAD to listen to her. She seemed larger than life, but not in a bad way. Then it was locked. She came around and dropped the key in her purse and took it inside.
I cleaned the cum up, not wanting Bill to see my shame. I walked inside to see Hillary standing seductively against the marble counter-top that came out of the wall, separating the living room from the kitchen.
Bill came out from the master bedroom, and walked over to my wife. He groped her ass and kissed her neck. She giggled.
We started drinking and they were all over each other. More than usual. Hillary at one point sank to her knees in the kitchen and I watched my wife suck in my buddies cock. “Someone wants to fuck me,” she cooed up at him, her mouth 'popping' off his dick.
My dick was caged and began to hurt as an impossible erection tried to form.
He was sticking fingers in her at each pass, and she told him “not to make her cum in the romper”. He'd shove his fingers under the shorts/skirt portion and come back smiling with dripping fingers, licking them clean. He made me smell my own wife's pussy, and my cock pressed against the bonds of the cage.
The seemed content with remaining in the kitchen, making drinks, chatting, kissing, and playing. Bill was getting *****, and so was she. At one point he was doing that ***** dance looking at her swaying ass, as if moved with the flowing floral pattern. She was reading the highlights of the resort. Bill couldn't stop himself, and my buddy pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. His hands went to her ass. Was I even there to these two? My mind was racing with jealousy, anger, arousal all at once. This was so different than with Morgan, it was blatant and in my face.
Bill clearly wanted to fuck my fat assed wife from behind. But my wife stopped him. “NOT EVEN,” she shook her head, “not in the romper.” She walked over to the table, and went to MY carry on luggage, MY black camel-back bag. She opened the side pouch, and pulled out an orange rectangular package. It was MY Trojan condom. She walked over to him. “I know I look hot and you REALLY wanna fuck me like this,” she placed the condom package in his hand. “But this goes on when nice clothes are on.”
“Fuck,” Bill complained, looking rather upset. But he undid the condom and rolled it over his dick. “Your making me bag it up,” he sighed. Not knowing that feet away, I was CAGED up. He then got behind my wife, and pulled the flowing back part to the side, then he pulled her romper skirt/shorts down. From my vantage point, I couldn't see much, just her dark bare ass, and Bill adjusting something underneath her. The look on both of their faces confirmed Bill was sliding his dick in my wife.
This wasn't passionate, judging by the slapping body sounds.
THWAP.....THWAP!
This wasn't making love....as the sounds picked up quicker
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Bill was utterly fucking my lovely wife from behind on the marble counter of the table that split the kitchen from the den. Her ass jiggled as Bill slammed himself in and out of her, his eyes trained on that ass while it rippled.
“OH BABY,” Hillary cooed out. “DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!” She was gripping the far end of the table, her head down, her dark hair over her face. “OH YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” She cried out, her hair over her face as her head came up. “OHHHH YEEEAAAAAH!!!” She shouted again, it was that high-pitched shrill 'yeah' that sounded like a pornstar and not my wife. Her pussy was making sloshy squishy noises. “I'M SORRY BABY!” She apologized. “I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR DICK!” She was sounding like some dirty little whore. Never had she sounded such ways with me.
“OH FUCK! SHIT!” Bill grunted slamming once more. He had a smile on a face that looked in slight pain.
SLAP! SLAP!
There bodies banged two more times, and Bill stopped.
“I'm sorry,” Hillary added placing her head back down in slight shame.
My buddy laughed, “About what,” he inquired, pulling his dick back and I saw it drip with my wife's honey.
“I don't like getting your dick all wet like that,” she sighed.
Bill spanked her ass and it jiggled, and she giggled. “I love it.” He reached down and pulled the dripping cock from his dick, and I could see how filled with cum the inside was. He pulled it off, walked over and dropped it right on top of a full waste basket. It hung off beer cans.
It was late on our first night, and we weren't going far, but the resort had a number of bars. Hillary insisted on going out for a 'few' drinks. We found ourselves going to the 'summer themed' beach bar. The place was kinda open and not too packed. Hillary, in that sexy outfit stood in between me and Bill. She'd introduce herself as my wife, but she was ALL over Bill.
The thing about Hillary, is that she got dangerously frisky when she was *****. And SHE was wasted. She kept reaching down Bill's pants, and kissing him. He'd stand up so no one could see. His face was getting red, and he kept fighting her off. Cumming in public was embarrassing, and Hillary had made me do it plenty of times. She liked me standing there looking like I'd pissed myself.
So when Bill went piss, I wasn't shocked when Hillary sat her big firm ass on my dick and grinded. My little cage was being fucked by her crack, with only my slacks and her thin dress stopping the skin on skin connection. “You're gonna cum.” She teased.
“Stop,” I pleaded. “Don't.” I didn't want to. Not then and there. Not now. But her ass kept moving, stimulating my painful cock, and I was already so close. “I'm gonna cum,” I whispered, no longer wanting her to stop. I felt myself on that edge, and then Hillary pulled herself up. “OH FUCK NO!” I said loudly, looking down as my hurting dick oozed cum, my orgasm ruined. It was so humiliating and so unsatisfying as cum oozed from my caged dick-hole. It felt more like slimy pissing than cumming, and I pushed my seat in. Hillary was laughing and sipping her large bucket of red booze.
Bill came back, an ordered shots. They eventually were dancing, Bill with his dumb arms flailing, and Hillary grinding that ass in to his obvious erection. I began to notice just how tight and toned Hillary's legs were getting for the first time as she danced. They were all muscle, but thick and firm. When they came back, my pants were drying. Bill went to piss, and I noticed something new. Every time he wasn't around, some guy from around the bar would come talk to Hillary. My wife was the bell of the ball that night, but only when Bill wasn't around.
She seemed to notice my confusion. “They wanna fuck me dumbass,” she was flipping through her phone taking selfies. “I look hot.” She smiled and took a selfie. “They know Bill and I fuck, so they don't come up when he's here.” She took another selfie. “When he's gone they make their moves. It's like science and shit,” she laughed.
It was getting late, around midnight, and the bar was closing. Bill and my wife were just standing making out at that point, his hands all over her ass. The short ride home in the rental car was tough. I was *****, and had to drive, and the two of them were going at it.
They hadn't really spoke to me in an hour. Not directly. When we got inside, Bill had my wife against the wall, kissing her and lifting her leg, and I watched her wrap it around him. They moved down the hall and into the master bedroom. Sleeping arrangements had apparently been made without my input. I thought they closed the door, and I decided to go have a smoke and a glass of whiskey. I was out on the deck for about ten minutes. I came back in and heard soft moans, that grew in length, duration and pitch.
I moved towards the hall, that split to the master and guest bedrooms. I was pleasantly shocked that the door to the master bedroom was open. I crept slowly, unsure of what I'd see. I walked into the dark hallway, the bathroom behind me lit, and the front door had a light above it where the shoes and mat were. Coupled with lights from the outside golf course, and the clock lights, and main bathroom lights under the door, it was enough light to see inside the bedroom.
I got the greatest visual my ***** cuckold mind could ever dream. My wife was straddling Bill, her sexy wedge heels with the blue cloth straps still on her dainty feet. Her legs on either side of his, as her big ass moved up and down. I could see my buddies cock inside my wife’s pussy, as it appeared and reappeared from her movements. Not only could I see the whole thing, I could hear their sex, clear as day, the sliding of her wet pussy over his dick, coating his prick with her love honey. That squishy sliding sound of sex.
Bill's face was staring at my wife's big breasts, his hands up holding them. He seemed quite happy with himself, but also had a look of stern concentration as my wife fucked him.
“OH BABY!” She moaned, “BABY I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR DICK AGAIN! DON'T HATE ME!” She begged and her body bottomed out, his cock fully inside her.
“SHIT!” Bill grunted and grabbed her big white, but slightly darker than a normal white girl's ass. “FUCK YEAH!” HE grunted.
My wife's pussy came up slightly, and I saw a roll of Bill's cum dribble out of from her cunt and down his dick. Her pussy went down and back up slowly, and more cum was rolling out, her pussy pushed it down onto his nutsac.
My buddy had creampied my wife and I couldn't even masturbate. She pulled off and his cum flooded from her. As the bed creaked she began to turn and I jumped into the guest room. I was scared for some reason, unknown to me, since she'd left the door open and was all but saying she was cool with whatever. Still I paced in the guest room. I peaked out eventually and checked the bathroom opposite the master bedroom, and saw in the mirror that the door was closed.
I went back outside, and sat down, drinking more whiskey. My head was spinning, and I knew I'd be hung over. But my wife wasn't done with me. She came out re-dressed in that hot outfit, the sexy floral dress and heels.
She came and sat down and crossed her legs, letting her sexy foot bounce. She just smoked, and told me to make her a whiskey. I did as told and sat with her. Well, I was on the couch and she was in one of the single seats. “I'm too hot for you right now you know,” she shook her head. “Out of your league.”
I nodded, not sure how to respond. She was saying the things I WANTED Morgan to say to me.
“I get it,” she stated sucking on her butt and blowing smoke. “Bill's more comfortable with hot girls, because he's got a bigger dick.”
I didn't even respond, I just stared at her sexy form, her legs, and her feet, with those sexy tattoos. “Do you wanna fuck my feet or something?” She asked. “You've been staring at them like fucking FREAK,” she laughed putting her smoke out. She pushed the wedge left heel right to my caged crotch hard and laughed.
She stood up, and walked to the bedroom. “You wanna get in the jacuzzi?” She asked not looking back. I followed like a puppy dog, unsure of if Bill would join, but when we got in the room, he was passed out, with his boxers on only. Hillary brought me into the large tiled bathroom, and began to get naked. I looked over to the toilet and saw a bowl filled with what appeared to be white cum. Hillary was naked, her big tits out, with those long nipples of hers. She was bent over and trying to gauge the water, I could see her well fucked pussy lips. My friend's cum still slowly dripping out.
Pleased with the heat, she sank her body into the hot-tub. She finally looked up at me. “Are you coming in.”
I nervously looked behind me.
“He's asleep. Dude came like five times. He's out.” She assured me.
I got naked, feeling her eyes on me, as I pulled my pants down, letting my caged dicklette come free. She giggled a bit, but made space for me. It was a large tub. Enough to hold a few people. Hillary lifted her legs and placed her feet on the rocky sides of the tub. They were at the sides of my head, and her pussy was open to view. Gobs of cum still floated out into the water I sat in with her, and I think she wanted me to see her fucked pussy. My own cage was in the water, my cum slowly dribbling out into the shared water.
“I'm going to be in skirts, heels, dresses, short short,s and all types of sluttiness down here.” She sipped the whiskey in her hand. “I'm going to be as hot as I was tonight.” She looked at me directly. “The slutty little hottie at the bar.” She sipped her drink. “Girls like that don't fuck guys like you hon,” my wife said to me. “They fuck guys like Bill.” She placed her feet into the tub. Her knees up, her legs open, still showing me her fucked pussy. “You're not getting laid down here hon,” she told me. “It's not going to happen.”
Then she grabbed the hotel shampoo and opened it. She lifted her feet up and poured shampoo on the right foot. She rubbed the shampoo around her foot. Then she shoved her foot onto my cock. “Your gonna cum like the cuck you are.” She told me. Her words, her behavior, it was all working on me, and the earlier denial had me on edge. It didn't last long, maybe 30 seconds of her foot smashing over and around my cage.
I grabbed her foot and held it as my cock blew a load in the cage, a surprisingly hard, fulfilling full orgasm I'd never known I could experience in a cage. The downward angle of the cage ensured I'd be cumming on the bottom of her sole. She rolled her toes, and I rubbed her foot and her toned calf as I kept cumming, “I love you,” I spoke, looking at her legs for some reason as I said it.
“I know hon,” she giggled and stepped up from the tub. She walked over and brushed her teeth, leaving me to watch my cum float around as I caught my breath. “You can finish the whiskey,” she told me with a toothbrush in her mouth. “Try to be quite when you leave,” she told me, spitting the toothpaste out and sliding the doors open and then closing them after she exited.
I was heaving in the tub. It was sadly one of the better orgasms of my life. I stood up and cleaned myself off, and then got dressed. I took a piss, which was best sitting on the toiler in a cage, and then I slowly crept out. I walked out and saw my wife, in Bill's t-shirt, lying on his chest, her big ass in a frilly pair of undies I'd never seen. She was passed the fuck out, and so was he. They looked so peaceful and that made it both hurtful and arousing.
This was the first night...
So ends part one of their vacation saga...or should I say ours.
QUARANTINE UPDATE:
So even Bill and my wife are getting bored. As I stated last chapter, my wife has been quarantined with my friend Bill in my parent's house for almost two weeks now. Hillary is getting annoyed with Bill's mom, who pretty much set this all up. She had Bill's doctor send my wife a note saying she HAD to quarantine with people she cam in contact with. In the house they spent time in. He all but threatened to contact Hillary's work, which I won't get into (I don't think I've said it, but I'm not going to). Hillary fought with the guy, since it was BILL who had contact and not her. But she ended up just giving in. They're going 17 days I guess, until this weekend. This is day 13. Due to reasons I can't explain here.
So my wife and my buddy have been getting into a little couple's routine for two weeks. Sex in morning (whether he's awake or not), work-out, breakfast, emails, hikes, lunch, TV show, sex, movie, hot tub bath, sex (if Bill's up for it lol). They're adding board games and daily pool (billiards) to the routine at night. Hillary says she's going to be BETTER than me after this is done.
Just like everyone else they've watched Tiger King and Hillary blasts me with MEMEs. She loves the guy. I'm home here, with Hillary's bras and panties and her high-school yearbook (recently discovered and authorized by Princess Hillary lol).
Bill's been sharing adventures of him and my wife with me and a buddy of mine. So its been kinda ok. Hillary normally doesn't like that, but desperate times (lol).
Friday Bill's mom left ANOTHER care package on the door step. Two bottles of wine, two Kabob skewers with a bag of rice, a box of fresh cookies, White Claw 12 pack for Hillary. Vodka. Bill's mail. More candles. Two Viagra. A ten pack of Trojan ribbed condoms this time (as opposed to one). Lol! Remember, this bitch KNOWS Hillary is my wife. Real fucking cunt. Wrote a note “enjoy the weekend and relax”. Fucking cunt. Fucking bitch.
So Saturday, I got messages to the group chat from Bill, and direct messages from Hillary. They were LOSING their minds. So they went out for a 'high-school date day'. Bill got a bunch of weed and some White Claws and some bud lights, and drove them to the movie theater two towns over. Now, the movies are closed, but they just wanted to 'hang out' by the rocks out back and smoke weed, like Bill claimed to do in high-school.
Hillary was texting me if I'd ever been back there with a girl on the rocks. I told her I had, but she shot me down and said bullshit. I guess its a 'log' back there. She kinda laid into me about not getting laid 'once' in high-school. But I did. Not much. But I did. She said they 'smoked up' and fooled around a bit. It was nice to be outside.
Then they drove across the street to the mall. Which was also closed, and I kept telling her that, but she said they just wanted to walk around. They ended up in the parking lot, fucking in the stairwell. Hillary swears they came out JUST as a security guard came to tell them to 'take a hike'.
They then drove to a spot off the highway, back towards the city I live in, where cars 'parked'. Hillary asked again if I'd ever been, and this time I couldn't even lie. Apparently it overlooks a gas tank and a beach or something. There were a lot of 'parked' cars. She told me 'not to worry' since Bill couldn't 'get it up' at that point. He'd already came that morning, and in the stairwell. Hillary said she got 'creampie'd' in the stairwell. I told her that word, now she won't let it die. Lol!
This is funny, because since she started fucking my friend, she pretty much says why she did it. Number one, she found out from my websites I was a cuckold. Number two, our sex-life was once to twice a week. Number three, we'd told stories of Bill so she HAD to see if they're true. So like I wrote in last chapter, she dove right in first time meeting Bill. She didn't hold back with honesty. Bill's cock was two inches bigger than mine (she says I'm 4.5 inches but I measured). It DOES make a difference. But its not just that. Bill knows how to fuck. That comes from experience Hillary says. It isn't sex, it isn't love making, its fucking. Just like Morgan told her friends and I overheard. Its hard, its fast, intense and fun as fuck (Hillary's words). She also said Bill is 'never not ready to go'. Which I guess means he's always hard. Bill likes to fuck, I know that. He even takes supplements like Tiger-X, Sumarai-X, his dads Viagra and Cialis.
No sex that night, Hillary and Bill made a pizza from old Mozzarella and old Bobelli bread. But she said it was “MAGNIFICENT” since they spiced it with Jalapenos and peppers 'just right'. The passed out on the couch in the basement. They actually took the one upstairs and connected it to the one in the den downstairs (which I didn't even know COULD be done). More TIGER KING that night I guess.
What was crazy, was that Bill's mom INSISTED Hillary and Bill come over (at appropriate distancing) for a grille out. Just bring the kabobs and rice. I told her not to add his mom as a friend. I have told Hillary to block his mom, I have, but she thinks that's 'rude'.
So they agreed to go after many sighs and deep breaths. Even Bill was apprehensive. But again, they could get out of the house. So the next morning (Sunday), Hillary dressed up in her black floral dress, thick glasses, hoop earrings (fuck me hoops she calls them), and her heeled boots. They walked together down the back street, I guess it was a warm day. Hillary said it was nice actually and wore her dark sun glasses.
She told me it was creepy and weird RIGHT off the bat. Bill's mom hadn't told her Bill's sister in law and his two nephews would be there. Bill's *** REFUSED to leave the living room, and was screaming to try and stay involved.
At some point, Hillary told me his mom brought me up and said I was a bad influence. Me and my buddies always getting Bill ***** and high when we were young to make us all laugh. Which was kind of true. She told MY wife not to associate with ME. That I was a loser and no good. Whatever that means. That Bill just needed a 'girl like Hillary' to keep him focused.
Which, Hillary actually came at me with saying she agreed with his mom. She told me that we just get Bill ***** and high, and give him so much good pussy he doesn't WANT to do anything. I said its not all we do, but she pushed the fact that she, my wife, was literally screwing Bill. I told her that was her choice, but she said its a lot on me, and that much of this was her doing it for me. That she's a good wife, and listens to her man. I told her she could stop fucking Bill, and I watched that line of dots move on the phone, signaling a response. It went on for about five minutes before she responded. “Not happening. Girls like me are gonna fuck Bill in a wheel chair his 70s.” Followed by laughing emojii.
Then, I guess Bill's mom asked about the 'care packages' and whether they're going to good use. Bill was playing with his nephews (which Hillary was torn about since they were supposed to keep distance, but at the same time watching him be a good uncle had her 'wet in the panties'). Bill made a very loud, very clear statement that everything was being used 'except the condoms'.
Hillary says that she went beat red, but his sister in law and mother laughed. Again, both know this is MY wife. My wife told me then that Bill's mom legit grabbed her hands and asked if Bill and Hillary 'were trying'. Hillary said she was MORTIFIED, and insisted they weren't. She wasn't ready. Bill's *** was trying to stay in conversation from inside. So Bill's mom was SCREAMING that Bill and Hillary are 'trying'. But again Hillary corrected her. Still, Bill's mom and his sister in law wrote down OBGYNs which Hillary accepted awkwardly.
So the rest of the afternoon was Bill's mom and his sister in law talking about what to do with that 'first pregnancy' while Hillary just drank until she got plastered. She did say the kabobs were fucking PHENOMENAL, and she hates Bill's mom but 'bitch can cook'.
They left, and Hillary said she was ***** and 'horny as fuck' because of Bill playing with his nephews. They ended up screwing in the woods that led to my back street. She HAD to fuck Bill for being good with the kids. It drove her insane. He didn't cum. She made that a point for some reason. Just her. She had an orgasm.
So then, they were *****, it was early, around 4PM. They stupidly decided to go to store, and get some stuff. Chocolates, graham crackers, marshmallows, and hotdogs. Hillary said she looked crazy as fuck in a mask, gloves and her dress and heels in the store. Don't worry, they wiped the shit down. They grabbed beers and White Claws (two left) and drove about a half hour to an area we used to party at by the power-lines outside of town. Dirt road you could drive out on, led to a nice open area for bon fires.
So beers, smores, hotdogs, on an open fire, and slow fuck at sunset by the fire. Hillary said it was a GREAT time. So relaxing. Somehow great hotdogs and gooey smores. She did admit it was rainy a lot. Just drizzly. But other than that it was perfect. Great experience to get out and not be around people. She said she got on Bill and rode him for like a half hour nice and slow. Glasses still on, clothes still on, ***** as fuck but feeling great.
Went home, Hillary put on her cat short shorts, they watched the last episodes of Joe Exotic, and crashed on couch.
I spent weekend eating mac and cheese from a box with the powder, with my phone in one hand, and dick in other. Lol.
Some other high-lights since I doubt they're still quarantined for next update.
Through group chat I found out Bill's getting anal from my wife consistently. I have NEVER gotten butt-sex from Hillary. I guess its to 'mix things up'. Hillary confirmed this. She says I'm 'not ready yet'. I look like I will hurt her. I guess Bill doesn't last in her ass. Maybe a minute at most. He sleeps until like 10AM after nights of anal sex. Hillary says she literally can blow him and fuck him, and has done both while he's slept and he won't wake up. She told me, no lie, that she'd fucked him three times while he slept, rode him to orgasm, and he didn't wake up. She says 'the fucker cums every-time' but doesn't wake up.
This is hilariously consistent with my ex Morgan, who I used to overhear joking that Bill slept through sex often when he passed out on the couch. She'd just wake up, see he was erect, fuck him, and then get ready for work. He had no idea. She told her friends its dangerous since he legit cums and doesn’t know it.
To add insult to injury, Hillary joked Bill's gotten more blowjobs (two at least) and been laid more times asleep (three), then I have AWAKE in two months.
She's right.
The day came and we made our way to the airport. I'd seen her outfits and was excited to say the least. There was some commotion with her bags. But they let us through after she had to explain some things. We went to a 'Wing and Beer' place and sat down. She was already ordering shots and beers. She looked good in a tight tank top, denim jacket and tight black yoga pants.
“HEY GUYS!” I heard a familiar voice. It was Bill. My face went red, as Hillary stood up, hugged him and kissed his lips. We drank some beers and I was sort of quite again. Bill sat in the middle of us, and Hillary and Bill were making out, and his hands were on her crotch.
Bill went to piss, and I looked at my wife with anger. She opened her legs unintentionally (I think) showing a puffy camel-toe of pussy, and a wet spot over her crotch. “Bill's coming with,” she crossed her legs. “Don't make a big deal....we'll all have fun.”
We got wasted and made our way to the terminal. Hillary went up to 'get better seats', but when she came back she handed Bill a ticket. I finally realized what it meant when I sat in row 13 and she passed me until she reached the back with Bill. They happily put their bags over head and sat down. In minutes they were ordering more drinks.
The flight was short, but Bill and my wife were making out the whole time. I got up to use the bathroom, and walked by. There was a blanket over their crotches, but there was clear movement, even in the dark over Bill's dick. They weren't kissing, just watching some movie now.
I looked back at one point to see Hillary wasn't there. The bathroom light read “occupied”. I waited and watched Bill. He finally stood up, and walked to the bathroom door when the flight attendants were on the other end. It was dark and the people in the back were asleep. Bill knocked, and the door swung open slowly. He entered.
Five minutes later, still watching I saw my wife come out with a smile. Some young college dudes were watching and snickering. Bill came out three minutes later. Only a few people knew what had happened. My buddy had fucked my wife on a plane. The mile high club as it was called.
We got to Orlando, rented a car, and drove to the resort. It was off the amusement park road. The suite was huge. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, full kitchen and deck. Hillary took pictures for instagram. I went out on the deck with Bill, we each had a whiskey. We agreed it would be a fun trip, as we watched the sun drop over the golf course in the back yard. Bill asked if I wanted another and I said yes, and lit up a cigar. It was his idea.
Ten minutes past and he didn't return. I stood up and walked into the suite.
“OH...OH...OH!” I heard Hillary moaning. I slowly crept past the den and the kitchen down the hall. I noticed the master bedroom door still open. So I slowly crept up, and saw Bill on top of my wife, his jeans down by his ankles, bare ass flexing as he humped in and out of her pussy. Her feet in socks were up in the air, her yoga pants smooshed up by her ankles. I could see him pumping from behind. Her pussy was dripping around his cock. “OHHH BABBBBE!” She cooed, and I could see her pussy convulse on his dick, sending sprays of her clear cum out and then down onto the bedsheets.
“OH FUCK!” Bill's back arched, and I watched him cum inside my wife. She merely looked at his face with a smile, as he buried his cock inside her cunt and cum began to dribble out. I slipped back down the hall, hard as a diamond now.
Bill came out with whiskey, and we lit some cigars. I still wasn't good at bringing up the elephant in the room. It was embarrassing. Maybe that's why he knew he could do it. I asked where my own wife was to my buddy. He told me she wanted to look good EVERY night we were here. He'd 'seen' her in this next outfit, and 'man your wife is hot in it' he told me.
After two hours, she called from the kitchen. “YOU GUYS BOUGHT VODKA RIGHT!” She shouted. We had. “One of you assholes make me a drink.” She called.
We both got up and walked inside. “OH SHIT!” I was the first to see her. The 'romper' was amazing. It was like tight top, with tight pants that looked like a skirt. The green material hugged her tits, and I could see that green bra. The romper had an almost cape/robe backing that wrapped around her waist. Hillary's dark thighs were on display, and I could see how well working out was doing for her thick muscular legs and calves. She wore blue strap wedge heels. Dark make-up, thick hoop earrings and straight hair finished the look. I had to admit it, for the first time in my life I can say my wife was drop dead gorgeous. She looked phenomenal.
“You like,” she sauntered over, looking at me. She was slightly taller than me, which was amazing since she was a pretty short girl She looked far older than her mid twenties. She had grace, maturity and a sexy aura about her. But she shocked me walking right past me to Bill's waiting arms. They began to kiss, and Bill's hands went around her back, instantly to her big firm ass.
“I love it,” he laughed, breaking the kiss. They pecked once more.
Hillary had her arms around his shoulders. “Get me a drink babe,” she looked to me.
I did as told, and made her a strong vodka drink. Hillary was in rare form, and I wanted it to go further. I met them on the deck, Her legs crossed, showing me her thick thighs and all her legs, while the back part draped over the seat. Her feet bobbed in the wedges. We drank as it got dark and laughed.
“I gotta crap,” Bill eventually said. I joked that it was the wings. I knew they'd get him.
My wife and I were alone finally. “Do I look good,” she smiled, and sucked on a cigarette. She rarely smoked but it looked so sexy in that outfit with that confident attitude.
“Phenomenal,” I told her. She remarked that was the first time I'd said something like that.
“I wanna see how hard it is,” she smiled looking at my dick reaching for it. For some reason I pulled back, even after seeing her display herself and watching them fuck. “Come on ya big baby. He won't be out for a bit.”
I unzipped my jeans and pulled my pants down, and my five inch cock flopped out. Hillary suck in smoke and blew it in my direction. “I want you to cum for me.” She told me.
I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do. But she instructed me to jerk off. I told her I couldn't. She looked at me and ran a finger up her thigh. “I'm probably the hottest girl your going to see all night, and maybe down here. And I'm letting you jerk off to me. You should take the offer.” I began to jerk off slowly. But I was already so close. “I look good,” she said softly, “my tits, my ass, my legs, my face...don't I....” She asked. I nodded and began to pump harder. She blew smoke at my crotch and reached up to grip my balls with the hand that held the cigarette. I shot a load against the wall hard and fast and almost fell over.
“OH FUCK HILLARY!” I grunted cumming hard as she laughed and squeezed my balls. I began to spurt onto the floor and she let go of my nuts.
Hillary stood up, and she went into her purse. She pulled out the small cock cage, and walked behind me. “Sorry babe,” she kissed my ear. “That MAY be your last boner.” I pleaded with her to stop, but I just let her apply the cage, even assisted. She seemed so imposing in that outfit. Like I HAD to listen to her. She seemed larger than life, but not in a bad way. Then it was locked. She came around and dropped the key in her purse and took it inside.
I cleaned the cum up, not wanting Bill to see my shame. I walked inside to see Hillary standing seductively against the marble counter-top that came out of the wall, separating the living room from the kitchen.
Bill came out from the master bedroom, and walked over to my wife. He groped her ass and kissed her neck. She giggled.
We started drinking and they were all over each other. More than usual. Hillary at one point sank to her knees in the kitchen and I watched my wife suck in my buddies cock. “Someone wants to fuck me,” she cooed up at him, her mouth 'popping' off his dick.
My dick was caged and began to hurt as an impossible erection tried to form.
He was sticking fingers in her at each pass, and she told him “not to make her cum in the romper”. He'd shove his fingers under the shorts/skirt portion and come back smiling with dripping fingers, licking them clean. He made me smell my own wife's pussy, and my cock pressed against the bonds of the cage.
The seemed content with remaining in the kitchen, making drinks, chatting, kissing, and playing. Bill was getting *****, and so was she. At one point he was doing that ***** dance looking at her swaying ass, as if moved with the flowing floral pattern. She was reading the highlights of the resort. Bill couldn't stop himself, and my buddy pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. His hands went to her ass. Was I even there to these two? My mind was racing with jealousy, anger, arousal all at once. This was so different than with Morgan, it was blatant and in my face.
Bill clearly wanted to fuck my fat assed wife from behind. But my wife stopped him. “NOT EVEN,” she shook her head, “not in the romper.” She walked over to the table, and went to MY carry on luggage, MY black camel-back bag. She opened the side pouch, and pulled out an orange rectangular package. It was MY Trojan condom. She walked over to him. “I know I look hot and you REALLY wanna fuck me like this,” she placed the condom package in his hand. “But this goes on when nice clothes are on.”
“Fuck,” Bill complained, looking rather upset. But he undid the condom and rolled it over his dick. “Your making me bag it up,” he sighed. Not knowing that feet away, I was CAGED up. He then got behind my wife, and pulled the flowing back part to the side, then he pulled her romper skirt/shorts down. From my vantage point, I couldn't see much, just her dark bare ass, and Bill adjusting something underneath her. The look on both of their faces confirmed Bill was sliding his dick in my wife.
This wasn't passionate, judging by the slapping body sounds.
THWAP.....THWAP!
This wasn't making love....as the sounds picked up quicker
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Bill was utterly fucking my lovely wife from behind on the marble counter of the table that split the kitchen from the den. Her ass jiggled as Bill slammed himself in and out of her, his eyes trained on that ass while it rippled.
“OH BABY,” Hillary cooed out. “DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!” She was gripping the far end of the table, her head down, her dark hair over her face. “OH YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” She cried out, her hair over her face as her head came up. “OHHHH YEEEAAAAAH!!!” She shouted again, it was that high-pitched shrill 'yeah' that sounded like a pornstar and not my wife. Her pussy was making sloshy squishy noises. “I'M SORRY BABY!” She apologized. “I'M CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR DICK!” She was sounding like some dirty little whore. Never had she sounded such ways with me.
“OH FUCK! SHIT!” Bill grunted slamming once more. He had a smile on a face that looked in slight pain.
SLAP! SLAP!
There bodies banged two more times, and Bill stopped.
“I'm sorry,” Hillary added placing her head back down in slight shame.
My buddy laughed, “About what,” he inquired, pulling his dick back and I saw it drip with my wife's honey.
“I don't like getting your dick all wet like that,” she sighed.
Bill spanked her ass and it jiggled, and she giggled. “I love it.” He reached down and pulled the dripping cock from his dick, and I could see how filled with cum the inside was. He pulled it off, walked over and dropped it right on top of a full waste basket. It hung off beer cans.
It was late on our first night, and we weren't going far, but the resort had a number of bars. Hillary insisted on going out for a 'few' drinks. We found ourselves going to the 'summer themed' beach bar. The place was kinda open and not too packed. Hillary, in that sexy outfit stood in between me and Bill. She'd introduce herself as my wife, but she was ALL over Bill.
The thing about Hillary, is that she got dangerously frisky when she was *****. And SHE was wasted. She kept reaching down Bill's pants, and kissing him. He'd stand up so no one could see. His face was getting red, and he kept fighting her off. Cumming in public was embarrassing, and Hillary had made me do it plenty of times. She liked me standing there looking like I'd pissed myself.
So when Bill went piss, I wasn't shocked when Hillary sat her big firm ass on my dick and grinded. My little cage was being fucked by her crack, with only my slacks and her thin dress stopping the skin on skin connection. “You're gonna cum.” She teased.
“Stop,” I pleaded. “Don't.” I didn't want to. Not then and there. Not now. But her ass kept moving, stimulating my painful cock, and I was already so close. “I'm gonna cum,” I whispered, no longer wanting her to stop. I felt myself on that edge, and then Hillary pulled herself up. “OH FUCK NO!” I said loudly, looking down as my hurting dick oozed cum, my orgasm ruined. It was so humiliating and so unsatisfying as cum oozed from my caged dick-hole. It felt more like slimy pissing than cumming, and I pushed my seat in. Hillary was laughing and sipping her large bucket of red booze.
Bill came back, an ordered shots. They eventually were dancing, Bill with his dumb arms flailing, and Hillary grinding that ass in to his obvious erection. I began to notice just how tight and toned Hillary's legs were getting for the first time as she danced. They were all muscle, but thick and firm. When they came back, my pants were drying. Bill went to piss, and I noticed something new. Every time he wasn't around, some guy from around the bar would come talk to Hillary. My wife was the bell of the ball that night, but only when Bill wasn't around.
She seemed to notice my confusion. “They wanna fuck me dumbass,” she was flipping through her phone taking selfies. “I look hot.” She smiled and took a selfie. “They know Bill and I fuck, so they don't come up when he's here.” She took another selfie. “When he's gone they make their moves. It's like science and shit,” she laughed.
It was getting late, around midnight, and the bar was closing. Bill and my wife were just standing making out at that point, his hands all over her ass. The short ride home in the rental car was tough. I was *****, and had to drive, and the two of them were going at it.
They hadn't really spoke to me in an hour. Not directly. When we got inside, Bill had my wife against the wall, kissing her and lifting her leg, and I watched her wrap it around him. They moved down the hall and into the master bedroom. Sleeping arrangements had apparently been made without my input. I thought they closed the door, and I decided to go have a smoke and a glass of whiskey. I was out on the deck for about ten minutes. I came back in and heard soft moans, that grew in length, duration and pitch.
I moved towards the hall, that split to the master and guest bedrooms. I was pleasantly shocked that the door to the master bedroom was open. I crept slowly, unsure of what I'd see. I walked into the dark hallway, the bathroom behind me lit, and the front door had a light above it where the shoes and mat were. Coupled with lights from the outside golf course, and the clock lights, and main bathroom lights under the door, it was enough light to see inside the bedroom.
I got the greatest visual my ***** cuckold mind could ever dream. My wife was straddling Bill, her sexy wedge heels with the blue cloth straps still on her dainty feet. Her legs on either side of his, as her big ass moved up and down. I could see my buddies cock inside my wife’s pussy, as it appeared and reappeared from her movements. Not only could I see the whole thing, I could hear their sex, clear as day, the sliding of her wet pussy over his dick, coating his prick with her love honey. That squishy sliding sound of sex.
Bill's face was staring at my wife's big breasts, his hands up holding them. He seemed quite happy with himself, but also had a look of stern concentration as my wife fucked him.
“OH BABY!” She moaned, “BABY I'M GONNA CUM ON YOUR DICK AGAIN! DON'T HATE ME!” She begged and her body bottomed out, his cock fully inside her.
“SHIT!” Bill grunted and grabbed her big white, but slightly darker than a normal white girl's ass. “FUCK YEAH!” HE grunted.
My wife's pussy came up slightly, and I saw a roll of Bill's cum dribble out of from her cunt and down his dick. Her pussy went down and back up slowly, and more cum was rolling out, her pussy pushed it down onto his nutsac.
My buddy had creampied my wife and I couldn't even masturbate. She pulled off and his cum flooded from her. As the bed creaked she began to turn and I jumped into the guest room. I was scared for some reason, unknown to me, since she'd left the door open and was all but saying she was cool with whatever. Still I paced in the guest room. I peaked out eventually and checked the bathroom opposite the master bedroom, and saw in the mirror that the door was closed.
I went back outside, and sat down, drinking more whiskey. My head was spinning, and I knew I'd be hung over. But my wife wasn't done with me. She came out re-dressed in that hot outfit, the sexy floral dress and heels.
She came and sat down and crossed her legs, letting her sexy foot bounce. She just smoked, and told me to make her a whiskey. I did as told and sat with her. Well, I was on the couch and she was in one of the single seats. “I'm too hot for you right now you know,” she shook her head. “Out of your league.”
I nodded, not sure how to respond. She was saying the things I WANTED Morgan to say to me.
“I get it,” she stated sucking on her butt and blowing smoke. “Bill's more comfortable with hot girls, because he's got a bigger dick.”
I didn't even respond, I just stared at her sexy form, her legs, and her feet, with those sexy tattoos. “Do you wanna fuck my feet or something?” She asked. “You've been staring at them like fucking FREAK,” she laughed putting her smoke out. She pushed the wedge left heel right to my caged crotch hard and laughed.
She stood up, and walked to the bedroom. “You wanna get in the jacuzzi?” She asked not looking back. I followed like a puppy dog, unsure of if Bill would join, but when we got in the room, he was passed out, with his boxers on only. Hillary brought me into the large tiled bathroom, and began to get naked. I looked over to the toilet and saw a bowl filled with what appeared to be white cum. Hillary was naked, her big tits out, with those long nipples of hers. She was bent over and trying to gauge the water, I could see her well fucked pussy lips. My friend's cum still slowly dripping out.
Pleased with the heat, she sank her body into the hot-tub. She finally looked up at me. “Are you coming in.”
I nervously looked behind me.
“He's asleep. Dude came like five times. He's out.” She assured me.
I got naked, feeling her eyes on me, as I pulled my pants down, letting my caged dicklette come free. She giggled a bit, but made space for me. It was a large tub. Enough to hold a few people. Hillary lifted her legs and placed her feet on the rocky sides of the tub. They were at the sides of my head, and her pussy was open to view. Gobs of cum still floated out into the water I sat in with her, and I think she wanted me to see her fucked pussy. My own cage was in the water, my cum slowly dribbling out into the shared water.
“I'm going to be in skirts, heels, dresses, short short,s and all types of sluttiness down here.” She sipped the whiskey in her hand. “I'm going to be as hot as I was tonight.” She looked at me directly. “The slutty little hottie at the bar.” She sipped her drink. “Girls like that don't fuck guys like you hon,” my wife said to me. “They fuck guys like Bill.” She placed her feet into the tub. Her knees up, her legs open, still showing me her fucked pussy. “You're not getting laid down here hon,” she told me. “It's not going to happen.”
Then she grabbed the hotel shampoo and opened it. She lifted her feet up and poured shampoo on the right foot. She rubbed the shampoo around her foot. Then she shoved her foot onto my cock. “Your gonna cum like the cuck you are.” She told me. Her words, her behavior, it was all working on me, and the earlier denial had me on edge. It didn't last long, maybe 30 seconds of her foot smashing over and around my cage.
I grabbed her foot and held it as my cock blew a load in the cage, a surprisingly hard, fulfilling full orgasm I'd never known I could experience in a cage. The downward angle of the cage ensured I'd be cumming on the bottom of her sole. She rolled her toes, and I rubbed her foot and her toned calf as I kept cumming, “I love you,” I spoke, looking at her legs for some reason as I said it.
“I know hon,” she giggled and stepped up from the tub. She walked over and brushed her teeth, leaving me to watch my cum float around as I caught my breath. “You can finish the whiskey,” she told me with a toothbrush in her mouth. “Try to be quite when you leave,” she told me, spitting the toothpaste out and sliding the doors open and then closing them after she exited.
I was heaving in the tub. It was sadly one of the better orgasms of my life. I stood up and cleaned myself off, and then got dressed. I took a piss, which was best sitting on the toiler in a cage, and then I slowly crept out. I walked out and saw my wife, in Bill's t-shirt, lying on his chest, her big ass in a frilly pair of undies I'd never seen. She was passed the fuck out, and so was he. They looked so peaceful and that made it both hurtful and arousing.
This was the first night...
So ends part one of their vacation saga...or should I say ours.
QUARANTINE UPDATE:
So even Bill and my wife are getting bored. As I stated last chapter, my wife has been quarantined with my friend Bill in my parent's house for almost two weeks now. Hillary is getting annoyed with Bill's mom, who pretty much set this all up. She had Bill's doctor send my wife a note saying she HAD to quarantine with people she cam in contact with. In the house they spent time in. He all but threatened to contact Hillary's work, which I won't get into (I don't think I've said it, but I'm not going to). Hillary fought with the guy, since it was BILL who had contact and not her. But she ended up just giving in. They're going 17 days I guess, until this weekend. This is day 13. Due to reasons I can't explain here.
So my wife and my buddy have been getting into a little couple's routine for two weeks. Sex in morning (whether he's awake or not), work-out, breakfast, emails, hikes, lunch, TV show, sex, movie, hot tub bath, sex (if Bill's up for it lol). They're adding board games and daily pool (billiards) to the routine at night. Hillary says she's going to be BETTER than me after this is done.
Just like everyone else they've watched Tiger King and Hillary blasts me with MEMEs. She loves the guy. I'm home here, with Hillary's bras and panties and her high-school yearbook (recently discovered and authorized by Princess Hillary lol).
Bill's been sharing adventures of him and my wife with me and a buddy of mine. So its been kinda ok. Hillary normally doesn't like that, but desperate times (lol).
Friday Bill's mom left ANOTHER care package on the door step. Two bottles of wine, two Kabob skewers with a bag of rice, a box of fresh cookies, White Claw 12 pack for Hillary. Vodka. Bill's mail. More candles. Two Viagra. A ten pack of Trojan ribbed condoms this time (as opposed to one). Lol! Remember, this bitch KNOWS Hillary is my wife. Real fucking cunt. Wrote a note “enjoy the weekend and relax”. Fucking cunt. Fucking bitch.
So Saturday, I got messages to the group chat from Bill, and direct messages from Hillary. They were LOSING their minds. So they went out for a 'high-school date day'. Bill got a bunch of weed and some White Claws and some bud lights, and drove them to the movie theater two towns over. Now, the movies are closed, but they just wanted to 'hang out' by the rocks out back and smoke weed, like Bill claimed to do in high-school.
Hillary was texting me if I'd ever been back there with a girl on the rocks. I told her I had, but she shot me down and said bullshit. I guess its a 'log' back there. She kinda laid into me about not getting laid 'once' in high-school. But I did. Not much. But I did. She said they 'smoked up' and fooled around a bit. It was nice to be outside.
Then they drove across the street to the mall. Which was also closed, and I kept telling her that, but she said they just wanted to walk around. They ended up in the parking lot, fucking in the stairwell. Hillary swears they came out JUST as a security guard came to tell them to 'take a hike'.
They then drove to a spot off the highway, back towards the city I live in, where cars 'parked'. Hillary asked again if I'd ever been, and this time I couldn't even lie. Apparently it overlooks a gas tank and a beach or something. There were a lot of 'parked' cars. She told me 'not to worry' since Bill couldn't 'get it up' at that point. He'd already came that morning, and in the stairwell. Hillary said she got 'creampie'd' in the stairwell. I told her that word, now she won't let it die. Lol!
This is funny, because since she started fucking my friend, she pretty much says why she did it. Number one, she found out from my websites I was a cuckold. Number two, our sex-life was once to twice a week. Number three, we'd told stories of Bill so she HAD to see if they're true. So like I wrote in last chapter, she dove right in first time meeting Bill. She didn't hold back with honesty. Bill's cock was two inches bigger than mine (she says I'm 4.5 inches but I measured). It DOES make a difference. But its not just that. Bill knows how to fuck. That comes from experience Hillary says. It isn't sex, it isn't love making, its fucking. Just like Morgan told her friends and I overheard. Its hard, its fast, intense and fun as fuck (Hillary's words). She also said Bill is 'never not ready to go'. Which I guess means he's always hard. Bill likes to fuck, I know that. He even takes supplements like Tiger-X, Sumarai-X, his dads Viagra and Cialis.
No sex that night, Hillary and Bill made a pizza from old Mozzarella and old Bobelli bread. But she said it was “MAGNIFICENT” since they spiced it with Jalapenos and peppers 'just right'. The passed out on the couch in the basement. They actually took the one upstairs and connected it to the one in the den downstairs (which I didn't even know COULD be done). More TIGER KING that night I guess.
What was crazy, was that Bill's mom INSISTED Hillary and Bill come over (at appropriate distancing) for a grille out. Just bring the kabobs and rice. I told her not to add his mom as a friend. I have told Hillary to block his mom, I have, but she thinks that's 'rude'.
So they agreed to go after many sighs and deep breaths. Even Bill was apprehensive. But again, they could get out of the house. So the next morning (Sunday), Hillary dressed up in her black floral dress, thick glasses, hoop earrings (fuck me hoops she calls them), and her heeled boots. They walked together down the back street, I guess it was a warm day. Hillary said it was nice actually and wore her dark sun glasses.
She told me it was creepy and weird RIGHT off the bat. Bill's mom hadn't told her Bill's sister in law and his two nephews would be there. Bill's *** REFUSED to leave the living room, and was screaming to try and stay involved.
At some point, Hillary told me his mom brought me up and said I was a bad influence. Me and my buddies always getting Bill ***** and high when we were young to make us all laugh. Which was kind of true. She told MY wife not to associate with ME. That I was a loser and no good. Whatever that means. That Bill just needed a 'girl like Hillary' to keep him focused.
Which, Hillary actually came at me with saying she agreed with his mom. She told me that we just get Bill ***** and high, and give him so much good pussy he doesn't WANT to do anything. I said its not all we do, but she pushed the fact that she, my wife, was literally screwing Bill. I told her that was her choice, but she said its a lot on me, and that much of this was her doing it for me. That she's a good wife, and listens to her man. I told her she could stop fucking Bill, and I watched that line of dots move on the phone, signaling a response. It went on for about five minutes before she responded. “Not happening. Girls like me are gonna fuck Bill in a wheel chair his 70s.” Followed by laughing emojii.
Then, I guess Bill's mom asked about the 'care packages' and whether they're going to good use. Bill was playing with his nephews (which Hillary was torn about since they were supposed to keep distance, but at the same time watching him be a good uncle had her 'wet in the panties'). Bill made a very loud, very clear statement that everything was being used 'except the condoms'.
Hillary says that she went beat red, but his sister in law and mother laughed. Again, both know this is MY wife. My wife told me then that Bill's mom legit grabbed her hands and asked if Bill and Hillary 'were trying'. Hillary said she was MORTIFIED, and insisted they weren't. She wasn't ready. Bill's *** was trying to stay in conversation from inside. So Bill's mom was SCREAMING that Bill and Hillary are 'trying'. But again Hillary corrected her. Still, Bill's mom and his sister in law wrote down OBGYNs which Hillary accepted awkwardly.
So the rest of the afternoon was Bill's mom and his sister in law talking about what to do with that 'first pregnancy' while Hillary just drank until she got plastered. She did say the kabobs were fucking PHENOMENAL, and she hates Bill's mom but 'bitch can cook'.
They left, and Hillary said she was ***** and 'horny as fuck' because of Bill playing with his nephews. They ended up screwing in the woods that led to my back street. She HAD to fuck Bill for being good with the kids. It drove her insane. He didn't cum. She made that a point for some reason. Just her. She had an orgasm.
So then, they were *****, it was early, around 4PM. They stupidly decided to go to store, and get some stuff. Chocolates, graham crackers, marshmallows, and hotdogs. Hillary said she looked crazy as fuck in a mask, gloves and her dress and heels in the store. Don't worry, they wiped the shit down. They grabbed beers and White Claws (two left) and drove about a half hour to an area we used to party at by the power-lines outside of town. Dirt road you could drive out on, led to a nice open area for bon fires.
So beers, smores, hotdogs, on an open fire, and slow fuck at sunset by the fire. Hillary said it was a GREAT time. So relaxing. Somehow great hotdogs and gooey smores. She did admit it was rainy a lot. Just drizzly. But other than that it was perfect. Great experience to get out and not be around people. She said she got on Bill and rode him for like a half hour nice and slow. Glasses still on, clothes still on, ***** as fuck but feeling great.
Went home, Hillary put on her cat short shorts, they watched the last episodes of Joe Exotic, and crashed on couch.
I spent weekend eating mac and cheese from a box with the powder, with my phone in one hand, and dick in other. Lol.
Some other high-lights since I doubt they're still quarantined for next update.
Through group chat I found out Bill's getting anal from my wife consistently. I have NEVER gotten butt-sex from Hillary. I guess its to 'mix things up'. Hillary confirmed this. She says I'm 'not ready yet'. I look like I will hurt her. I guess Bill doesn't last in her ass. Maybe a minute at most. He sleeps until like 10AM after nights of anal sex. Hillary says she literally can blow him and fuck him, and has done both while he's slept and he won't wake up. She told me, no lie, that she'd fucked him three times while he slept, rode him to orgasm, and he didn't wake up. She says 'the fucker cums every-time' but doesn't wake up.
This is hilariously consistent with my ex Morgan, who I used to overhear joking that Bill slept through sex often when he passed out on the couch. She'd just wake up, see he was erect, fuck him, and then get ready for work. He had no idea. She told her friends its dangerous since he legit cums and doesn’t know it.
To add insult to injury, Hillary joked Bill's gotten more blowjobs (two at least) and been laid more times asleep (three), then I have AWAKE in two months.
She's right.
