I Bet My Hotwife...And Lost Again!

Book 2 of "I Bet My Hotwife"

Kristen and Will are enjoying their long-delayed honeymoon in Jamaica when Larry, Will's domineering BBC boss, unexpectedly joins them. When he sees Kristen sunbathing nude, he takes her multiple timeshard and unprotectedwhile Will is finally allowed to watch. But Kristen's wild sexual adventures are only beginning, and she's about to discover that women make excellent lovers, too!

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Larry directed me to a chair. "I didn't like you walking around last time," he said. "So we're going to take care of that."

Larry secured me to the chair--all except my right hand, which was tied so that I could at least reach myself. I wasn't happy being tied up but, by this point, I was having a hard time catching my breath. Larry just looked smug.

We watched as Kristen walked out of the bathroom, her hair wet and her face showing a combination of fear, anticipation, and excitement. My wife, the woman I loved more than anything in the world, stood naked by another man's bed waiting for instructions. Larry's first orders were predictable enough. He sat on the edge of the bed and ordered Kristen to get on her knees and crawl to him. I watched my wife ease gracefully to the floor and start to crawl, her breasts swaying, her eyes never leaving his.

"Tell me what you are, Kristen," he ordered.

"I'm yours, Larry."

"Will you do anything I tell you to do?"

"Yes."

"Can I do anything I want to you?"

"Yes." My wife seemed to have lost any will of her own. She was Larry's to command.

"Do you care that your husband is watching you?"

"No."

"Does it excite you to have your husband watch us?"

She glanced at me quickly before fixing her gaze on Larry's eyes. "Yes, it excites me to have my husband watch me with you, Larry."

"Well, what are you waiting for? You know what to do," he ordered.

Kristen moved forward, and her eyes were closed as she eagerly cleaned him. Larry groaned as my wife worked on him. I did, too. At the same time, I was embarrassed by her humiliation, and by the way I physically responded to the sight of her on her knees. My wife was breaking my heart by giving herself to not just another man, but Larry.

Before Kristen tried to get Larry's bulk into her mouth, she asked for permission to touch herself. Larry bought out my wife's submissive side in ways I never could. He told her to beg first.

"May I touch myself, sir?" she begged.

"You can do better than that, Kristen," he said.

"Please, sir, can I touch myself while I suck you?"

"Yes."