Wicked Hot

Bisexual Woman, Ménage

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Amy and Kevin have only ever had sex with each other. During a PTA meeting to stop the building of a strip club in their town, they exchange naughty texts, arousing each other in public. When they get home, they shed their clothes at the door and barely make it to the bedroom. While Kevin pleasures her, he asks her what she fantasizes about. Her reluctant answer shocks and thrills him: sex with a woman. His fantasy is just as outrageous: watching Amy with another man.


When they camp during a summer heatwave, Amy and Kevin wade into the cold creek, and Kevin steals Amy’s bikini top. Before she can cover herself, they meet another couple—seasoned swingers who are eager to play with them. Amy denies what she really wants, but the next time they meet, seeking shelter from a cold rainstorm, the other couple invites them into their luxury RV. After some wine to relax the inhibitions, their new friends open Amy and Kevin to all kinds of new pleasures and make their wicked hot ménage fantasies come true.

Excerpt (PG-13):

“Oh, my. This is beautiful.” The natural beauty of the campground awed Amy. Their site had a gorgeous view of the creek which ran the length of the park. “It says that you can go tubing on the creek when the water is high enough,” she said, pointing to the brochure. She looked down the creek toward the tent area, and saw people swimming in a deeper section of the water. “Hey, honey. Do you wanna swim in the creek later?”

“Let’s set up before we get carried away here. Hand me that chock, would you?” Together they set up the canopy, stacked the firewood, and plugged in the party lights on the awning. Amy prepared the baked potatoes and the salad, and Kevin got the grill ready to cook the steaks. “Bring out the bottle opener!” he said through the screen door. 

“Grab me a beer too,” Amy said, handing the opener out of the door.

“Um, it’s more important that I get my beer. You’ll have to wait,” he said with a teasing edge to his voice. “You know I can’t cook on the grill without a beer. Remember the shish kabobs of 2011?”

“Oh, yes. That was ugly. Half-burnt, half-raw. You were lucky no one got sick. What kind did you buy anyway?”

“New York strip, like always.”

“Not the steaks. What kind of beer?” She rolled her eyes.

“Here.  See for yourself.” He handed the ice-cold Harpoon IPA through the door.

“Ooh. You do love me.”

* * * * 

After dinner, they walked hand-in-hand around the campground, checking it out. “Wow. There are a lot of people here from out-of-state,” Amy said when they reached the section marked “Monthly Rentals.”

“Yeah. I was talking to the campground owner. I guess workers come here from all over the country to work on the Marcellus shale wells. Some drill the wells, some work on the pipeline. He said there’s going to be work here for these guys for the next twenty years.”

“I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone,” Amy said. “I’ve never seen so many different license plates—Texas, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Arkansas, Colorado, Mississippi ...”

A large welding truck eased by them on the narrow dirt road. “Those must be why the road is so damned bumpy,” Kevin said. He looked down the row of campers. “These fifth-wheels don’t have camping stuff. It’s weird. Where are the party lights, the bikes, the screen houses … ?”

“The sites are pretty stark,” Amy said, nodding. “I wonder what all these workers think of the weekend people. I wonder if they like the company, or if it annoys them.”

“Watch your step,” Kevin said, as a huge, white pick-up truck crept down the bumpy road. The diesel engine announced the truck’s presence from a mile away. At the top of the windshield, there were large white letters. “Nothin’ finer than a pipeliner!” The couple in the truck waved on their way to their own camper.

Kevin and Amy arrived back at their own site, sat in the chairs overlooking the creek, and popped another round of IPAs. “Should I make a fire?” Kevin asked.

“Nah. It’s too hot,” Amy replied. “I think I’m going to take my beer inside to cool down.”

“You wanna fool around?” Kevin asked with hope in his voice. 

She shook her head. “It is so hot, I can’t imagine you touching me. Let’s call it an early night. We have to be up early tomorrow, and it’s just so fucking hot.”

“O-K.” He hung his head, disappointed. “But tomorrow night, you’re mine.”

“It’s a date,” Amy replied, as they went back into the camper for the night.

Sexcerpt (XXX if available): 

(A long excerpt. Enjoy.)


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

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

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

“I don’t—”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, but—”

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

She nodded and continued to rock her hips into him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are you sitting?”

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

“Are we naked?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay, my love. Your turn. Spill it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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


“Are you giving or receiving in this fantasy?”

Another long pause. “Both.”

“Holy shit! That is wicked hot.” He pictured his naked, slightly prudish wife kneeling between the legs of a faceless woman with a clean-shaven pussy. In his vision, Amy’s long, curly hair flowed across her back. Her smooth buttocks were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of her sex. The fingers on her left hand separated the woman’s pussy lips while the middle finger on her right hand slid in and out of her. Amy’s tongue dipping gently into her pussy, and—


“Sorry, Hon. I got lost in that image. Wow. I’m— ”

“You’re what? Shocked?” Her voice had an angry edge.

“Pleasantly shocked. That is wicked hot. I’m glad you told me.” He put his hands on her hips, and pulled Amy to her knees. “Think about licking her pussy while I fuck you. Rub your clit too.”

“Should I lick the pillow while I’m at it?” Her tone turned sarcastic.

“Nah. Just picture it with me.” He slid his cock inside her. 

She moaned and started rubbing her clit in tight circles. The tension had been building since Kevin’s first text at the meeting, and she knew it wouldn’t to take much to make her come. She imagined her hands on the mystery woman’s thighs and the musky smell coming from her pussy. A surge of pleasure stabbed from her clit through her stomach, and she moaned louder.

Kevin held on to her ass as he slid his cock in and out of her soaked pussy. He spanked her twice on each cheek and said, “You are such a wicked bad girl, licking pussy like that.”

Amy flinched when his hand made contact. “I am bad. I need a spanking because I’m so bad.” Kevin’s pumping cock, the swirling of her fingers, the warm sting on her ass, and the image of licking another woman’s pussy pushed her right to the brink of orgasm. “I’m gonna come, Kevin. Spank me. I’m so bad.”

Smack, smack, smack. That was all it took. “I’m coming. I’m licking her pussy. She’s coming. I’m coming. Fuck me!”

Kevin held out until he heard Amy say “She’s coming,” but that sent him over the edge, too. Knowing that Amy was so caught up in this vision caused his balls to contract. He slammed his cock all the way inside of Amy’s canal and blasted his hot cum into her womb. He yelled incoherent sounds as his cock twitched and his body stiffened. 

Finally they both relaxed, panting and enjoying the post-orgasmic high.

“That was wicked hot,” Amy said.

“Yes. Yes, it was,” Kevin replied. He kissed her, and they held each other until they fell asleep.

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