The Hotwife Dare Bucket Challenge Series

When Hunter and Lexi’s relationship gets stale, he suggests spicing things up with a Dare Bucket. Half the dares are intensely sexual. Once a week, they draw a random card...and the racy hotwife excitement begins! Can Lexi handle a thrilling affair with a stunning blonde lesbian while she’s being roughly used by a sexy black bull? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Take me out for dinner at the restaurant of my choosing. Pick me up as though we were on a real date. “How about, since you’re seeing Heather Monday, we put this off until next Saturday night? That’ll give me time to make reservations and get everything ready. This will be the first time we’ve agreed to postpone a card,” I said. Lexi agreed and gave me the name of the restaurant she wanted for our date. Of course, it was the best in the area, as well as the most difficult to get reservations. I called them immediately, my timing was perfect, they’d just had a cancellation on the following Saturday. A few minutes either way and we wouldn’t have made it for months. Lexi had a hard time sleeping Sunday night, she was too excited about seeing Heather again. She woke me around 2:00 to make love with her. She played with me until I was awake and ready and then rolled on her side facing away from me and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was like a vacuum sucking me inside her warm, wet depths. “You’re turned on thinking about Heather, aren’t you?” I asked. “Yes,” Lexi’s voice was soft as she ground back at me. “Are you thinking about kissing her?” “Ohhhh” “Would you like to be kissing her while I’m making love with you?” I was keeping my pace even. “Oh Hunter ... yes!” “Or maybe you’d like to be doing something dirtier instead.” “Oh ... I’m going to ...” “Your tongue on her while I make love with you.” “Ahhhhhh,” Lexi exploded. I didn’t finish, I was throbbed as watched her. “Why didn’t you finish?” Lexi had propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. My eyes were drawn to the erotic sight of her full breasts. “I want you to be clean for tonight,” I said. “No, really,” Lexi wasn’t buying. “I want to be so horny for you when you get home tonight, I want to make love with you as you tell me what happened, and I’ll just continue all night,” I wasn’t exaggerating. Lexi lowered her mouth to me. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to,” she said taking me in her mouth after grinning up at me. “I ... oh ... want you ... to go,” I managed to say before urging Lexi away. I lay panting as she walked to the bathroom. I still wanted her when she returned. “I’ll tell you everything that happens,” she said lightly touching me. “And then I’ll make love with my husband.” She gave me a soft, lingering kiss before turning the light off and going back to sleep.

The Dare Bucket Challenge continues! Willie, Lexi’s gorgeous BBC lover, takes her bareback in a crowded bar, and shares her with another man. Then she discovers an antique trunk filled with old bondage gear, and the Challenges veers into new directions. Can she survive being gangbanged by Willie and his big black--and very horny--friends? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ We met Willie at the same bar he and I had been in the last time. We didn’t go in, just met in front. Lexi greeted Willie with her arms around his neck and a warm, lingering kiss. I was ignored by both. “I’ll be riding with Willie, honey. You can follow us,” Lexi said, barely looking at me. I had a terrible time even finding their car. I pulled in behind them just in time to see Lexi’s head disappear in the direction of Willie’s lap. When we pulled up in front of a rundown house in a marginal part of town, my emotions were ranging from remorse to elation. I was having a hard time catching my breath, and my skin felt like it was burning. At the same time, I was sporting a hard tube running down the inside of my left thigh. Willie got out of his car and went around to open Lexi’s door. At first, I thought he was a gentleman until Lexi bolted from the car and ran to the front door without clothing, holding herself, so she wouldn’t bounce. Willie let her stand by the front door until I joined them, carrying all my gear. Only then did he open the door for us. The inside was just as bad as the outside—worn out furniture surrounded by empty beer cans and liquor bottles. Sitting on the furniture were five black men. Some were wearing jeans and wife-beater t-shirts, a few wore only their boxers. I had the camera running, holding it in my hand as they all turned to look at us. Lexi tried to cover herself with an arm and a hand. Her face and chest were bright red as Willie pulled her into him from the side. “This is our entertainment, Lexi,” he said as my wife rubbed against him. “She’s ready for us, aren’t you?” Lexi could only blush a deeper red as she was pushed into the center of the room. She tried to cover up again, but Willie pulled her arms back, restraining her so she was exposed, helpless to the room. As he pushed my wife forward, he introduced everybody. “This is Randy, James, LeRoy, DeMarcus, and Russell.” They each stepped forward and circled my wife. “You be careful of Russell, we call him ‘the horse.’” My wife was led into the bedroom and laid out on the bed and I followed with the video camera. Lexi didn’t seem uncomfortable as Randy spread her legs to expose her to the men. As he started licking her, my wife was distracted by the men stripping and surrounding her. The only man to keep his boxers on was Russell, but it was obvious that he was massive. His underwear couldn’t contain him. Each of the men were above-average in size, but Russell made me afraid for my wife. I watched as she took turns kissing each of them as Randy continued to work on her. I was having second and maybe even third thoughts about my wife being the center of a black gang. Randy was the first with my wife, spreading her open as Lexi groaned around the man in her mouth and moving her hips to take more of him. Using his hands to pin her to the bed, Randy set a slow pace as he used her. Each time he pulled back he shown with my wife’s juices. He didn’t have time to finish as he was quickly pushed aside. Willie was in the same slow pace mood as he thrust himself inside without giving my wife a chance to prepare herself for him. She sucked in her breath before whimpering at the sudden intrusion.

Hotwife Lexi is at it again when her sexy BBC lover takes her in exciting new ways that leave her dazzled with raw passion. But her eager cuckold husband wants to give her even more excitement, and arranges for her favorite rock band to gangbang her backstage! Lexi even seduces a young lesbian virgin into her erotic lifestyle. How much lusty sex can even horny Lexi handle? ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ The stage was really right in front of us! They’d roped off our area, so fans from behind us couldn’t get to the band, but I could almost reach out and touch the front of the stage. The stadium was enclosed, and the smell of pot was already heavy in the air. Maybe it was just the nature of the place, or maybe the air conditioning had been set wrong because instead of drifting upward, the smoke was drifting straight toward us. It already seemed as though we were in a light fog, and after a few minutes, I had a contact high from breathing it in. The crowd was restless, chanting the name of the band, clapping in unison. Several groups were spontaneously singing some of their hit songs. The warm-up band wasn’t even scheduled to start for several minutes, but the party was in full swing. Hunter stroked my thigh, and when I looked, he smiled at me. It was already too difficult to be heard without shouting directly into his ear. I just reached over and squeezed him through his pant leg. The warm-up band played, and the party became even wilder. When the main act started, the crowd went nuts. I was on my feet shouting along with everyone else when they started to play. Soon, I was dancing in the aisle in front of our seats, singing along with them. The lead vocalist, Mick kept looking in my direction and smiling as I danced. The more he looked, the wilder I danced and the more excited I became. I felt he was looking at me even though I thought it unlikely he could see me through the lights and the smoke. Yet it looked as though he was admiring me as I stared right back at him and smiled. I even bent over as I danced so he could see down my top, my breasts threatening to fall out. I wasn’t sure how much he could see until he moved his guitar just enough for me to check out the bulge in his pants. I was inspired—when he moved his guitar as if suggesting I lift my dress, I did, I flashed him. As he watched me, I bent and removed my sodden thong and threw it to him. It landed with a wet smack at his feet, and without missing a beat, he bent and picked them up. When he held them to his nose while he looked at me, I raised my dress again, this time so he could see everything. Another suggestion from Mick and I turned around to flash my behind. By now, the crowd near us was aware of what I was doing. Men were yelling, they wanted me to flash them. The yelling was not polite, “Show us,” and “Hey, how about us? We want to see something too.” I should have been disgusted, but I wasn’t. The air was thick with marijuana smoke as I pulled my dress up and showed the crowd everything I had. The catcalls and whistles became even louder. Mick was really smiling now, so was my husband. Hunter pantomimed pulling down my top to show Mick as I danced. This was like the wildest, most intense foreplay I’d ever had. I knew I was probably drooling down my leg as I pulled down the top of my dress and wobbled as I danced.