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Moving Day (For a Hotwife)
(Nicola Nichols)

She heard the boys' voices from the garage. Dave grinned. "Was my boy Larry bothering you?" he asked. "I sent them to pack up the tools and things in the garage."



She laughed. "Not really bothering me. He was playing games, trying to be a hot guy. No harm done."



The man grinned. "He's a boy who has an eye for women. And a desire for them."



"Like his father?"



Dave reached out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. He held it loose, but she could feel the strength in his grip. "I have more than an eye for pretty women, and now the work is mostly done. I think it's a good time for partying."



He pulled her to him; her heart pounded, and her pulse raced. This was real, not a fantasy and the look on his face was lust. "I'm a married woman."



"A married woman who needs a party... one I intend to give her."



His face told her that he meant it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his sweaty body. He used his free hand to tug at her sweatshirt with his free hand, pulling it over her head and grabbing one of her breasts. She squirmed, trying to get out of his tight arm lock, but the arm felt like a steel band around her.



"I guess you need a little taming to get into the party mood."



He grabbed a length of cargo webbing he'd been using to secure the furniture and wound it around one of her wrists. Then he pulled the hand behind her head. He used his body to pin her against the stack of boxes before releasing her waist. Then he grabbed her free wrist and brought it behind her head wrapping her arms together so that each of her hands was touching the elbow of the other arm. When he tied it off, her arms were secured behind her head.



He stood there helpless as he fondled her breasts, tugging her nipples. She moaned as he put his mouth on a nipple and sucked it. When he took it between his teeth, she cried out.



"I'll gag your bitch mouth if you start making too much noise," he said. Then he smiled.  "Maybe you like it a little rough; I think you do. But being gagged that way would not be fun. So, are you gonna be quiet?"



She opened her mouth to speak, then changed her mind and just nodded. She'd gotten herself in what Charles would call a situation. She had to keep her wits about her.



"Just so you know how much I appreciate your cooperation I'm going to let you use that mouth of yours for something more pleasant than a gag. Get on your knees."



He moved back to release her. She looked at him, saw his fierce determination and sank down to her knees on the metal floor of the truck. Staring at her, Dave undid his jeans, making a production of pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock. He put one hand on her head and stroked his cock with the other as he put it to her lips. She couldn't keep her eyes off his prick ??" it was rock hard and bigger than she'd expected. She'd sucked a cock before, but not one this big.



As the hot, swollen prick touched her lips, she smelled his sweat and his musky desire. Then she opened her mouth. He grabbed her hair and pushed the tip between her lips. She ran her tongue over the slit, then he pushed it in. Holding her head tight, pulling her hair, he filled her mouth with his cock, gagging her as it went into her throat.